The exercise:
Today's starter: that's gonna leave a mark.
The actual inspiration for this is an angry red cut on the back of my right hand that I received this afternoon at work playing volleyball, of all things. I just like to share the inspiration when my actual writing has nothing to do with it :)
Mine:
I don't need to remember the pain,
The scream of twisting metal in the rain;
Why have flashbacks of crawling from the car,
When I can just look down to see my scar?
That jagged line is all I need to see,
My tiny tattoo that I'll always carry;
I could never forget your silly grin,
When your memory is etched in my skin.
2 comments:
You were playing volleyball at work? This sounds like a very relaxed environment to work in! We have a pool table but no volleyball court, but on the whole, I think I'm probably glad about that.
The poem is rather good: I like the juxtaposition of the horror in the first verse with the acceptance of the second verse. I definitely like the last line a lot.
That's gonna leave a mark
Prestidigitation on a street corner,
And throwing dice in a local park,
Find the lady with a $10 price tag,
Oh but that's gonna leave a mark.
Aye, there's a office volleyball tournament going on and I got suckered into playing. It's outdoor though, so I get some lunch time sunshine out of it. When the weather is agreeable.
I like your alternative interpretation of mark. I was not expecting that at all :)
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