Persistent
Poetry Prompt Reponse
Born by your side,
under your shadow,
in your embrace.
You seethe
and brood
and churn
and smolder.
Each word, each glance,
each (un)subtle shift in posture
drives this gift? onward,
a battering ram,
a scalpel’s edge,
the splitting caress of the cane, whip, and belt.
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You own me, rage.
Unspeakable,
for to utter your name
is to summon you,
immediate,
invariable,
indefatigable and
enduring.
This piece was written in response to Jason Edmunds’ weekly poetry prompt(s). I chose the riddle
I am always with you, from the moment you are born until the day you die. I can bring joy or sorrow, success or failure. Why don’t you write about me?
What do you carry with you? What goes unsaid for better or for worse? I look forward to any and all responses.
In gratitude :)
