NaPoWriMo #11 - A Patchwork Poem

She Had Fended Off Their Suasion

How do I outrun
ancient urges to procreate?
When you are eighteen, you think like this.
Surprisingly, you are a goat.
Revolution,
revolution.
Crowds smother the sidewalks,
tearing through barbed wire.
Is there a difference
as I walk the streets,
flesh sold for a pittance
of cola cans, candy wrappers, plastic garbage?
You never knew it,
me
a single, freckled sylph
covering the hemisphere.
I cursed both God and man,
in every pore and every nerve.
And why do I bathe
the bellowing beasts?
When you are eighteen, you think like this.
Is there a difference?

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The lines for this piece came from poems by paisley, mariacristina, Lirone, writerwoman, Lissa & Gautami. Stop by Patchwork Poetry for more cool poems!

My newest patchwork poem

Can You Believe God Opened Up the Heavens and Adam Appeared?

To count the stitches
at the moment of my birth,
she opens her window.
It’s either fable or truth and that’s based on your perception.

Thirty years fighting
the framework,
made fat on childhood dreams.
Only an arithmetic sound of rain falling
at the moment of my birth,
her view skewed by splashes of rain.

Tendrils of thread
tweedy beneath my fingers
like a cocoon of wet cotton wool.
To count the stitches,
drop stitches. Leave holes.
It is a dive into the unknown.

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This poem was written using lines from the following poets: mariacristina, Gautami, paisley, Lirone, writerwoman, Scott and lissa.

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