Monostich Match #4
We grew up ashamed of who we were
but we were proud of our shame
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We grew up ashamed of who we were
but we were proud of our shame
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I love the simplicity and power of this!
Thank you so much Leah!
I love these short poems you’re doing. If this is the plan for the whole month, I can’t wait to read them all in succession to see how they play with each other.
Thank you Philip!!! I don’t plan too much what I’m doing, but I’m honestly a bit curious about that also!
Really, really good. It’s like you’ve sketched with breathless and expert clarity the gordian knot of some horrible plague or germ afflicting the countless or even a tooth-chipped corner stone many of us, myself included, have oddly, albeit commonly, shouldered our lives upon. It’s a real beautifully polished cabochon of some fabulous, glittering, mazing blood-colored opal one might just catch from time to time in the glint of another’s eyes. Fantastic as always.
Oh my. Your comments are better poetry than mine. However I can’t help but see my own better through your eyes. Thank you
I love this. Felt being “proud of our shame.”
Thank you Shaun. I meant it one way and immediately realized that I felt it in other ways as well
This poem holds a ton of weight. It’s might resonates. I’ll be thinking of this one a lot today. Thank you for sharing!
Thank you so much H.A.
Of course it means so much just knowing that people read it, and so much more knowing it resonated.
Autobiography enters the chat.
Awesome vulnerability you’re showing in every two line poem.
As you suggested via text:
“Multistitch Artist”
(After Jerielle)
Imagine a dozen Kentucky roadtrips/
with a poet who only needs two lines
I do really like this tribute poem, Thank you Tabitha! Your generosity and creativity are abundant and overflowing!
Also you are right. I’ve felt that these short ones were going to describe me on a personal level and this one feels even more personal than the others…
I think of them as one liners, try to stay around 10 to 14 words. I am calling them Monostitches. But who knows? I’m not good with rules.
I was challenged to write one about a bird and found it super fun. Might have to do another about a bird.
Yeah, I’m getting confused from hearing about the other thing. Monostich is what I meant
Rings true, Jerielle. Genuine and heartfelt. Thank you for sharing this powerful poem
You are most welcome l. Sipe. It’s an honor to share.
Beautiful. It is amazing how much power two lines can emanate.
It’s a wonderful practice, I honestly feel myself hovering over different lines all day. So much easier to ferment and remember them for long enough to write down. If it’s a good one it really stays put in there. I learned this from Goldie who writes a lot in their head. But unlike Goldie my memory only holds a line. Still I think this is an exceptional way to practice that memory and creativity all day.