NaPoWriMo,  Poetry

Putting On A Mask

We’re down to the final days of both the poetry challenge and the blogging challenge. I’m a little sad about it because I have enjoyed all the writing I am doing and the reading of everyone else’s work. There are so many wonderful writers and poets in our world, and I’m glad to have been able to be a part of it this time around.

So, on this our last Sunday of the poetry challenge we are to write a persona poem. We have to step out of ourselves and write from a different point of view. I don’t know about other poets but this is something I think I do on a regular basis when I write. I become someone else in a way. Sometimes I do write from my own perspective, but, maybe because of all the reading I do, I can envision what it would be like from someone else’s point of view. Sometimes, even some thing’s point of view. Poetry, and writing, allows us to develop empathy and compassion. Empathy is an important trait to have, especially as a writer. To be able to understand another perspective, and have compassion for it, is truly a gift.

When I began writing today’s poem, I had started it as coming from the point of view of a Phoenix. But it quickly became a woman’s voice, a grandmother’s voice. And so, I wrote as her. I hope you enjoy it.

xo Jesi

 

Advice from Atropos

By Jessica Scott

 

 

Look at me.

Look at me and dread the day you

look like me,

skin creasing, folding in on itself,

hair greying, thinning, turning white

as age gnaws on my bones.

 

With age comes wisdom,

or so they say.

Let me tell you what I have learned

in this lifetime.

Life is hard and unfair;

it is ugly and messy and so full of disappointment.

It leaves you scarred, your body marked,

and, sometimes your soul, for all eternity.

 

You will cry and beat your fists in rage;

it’s how we come into this world,

and how some of us go out, still fighting

the current that draws us inexorably

toward the waterfall without a paddle;

we all go over, willing or not.

 

But there are moments…

Oh, such moments!

Such sweet, pleasurable, blood-racing,

breath-holding, firework moments…

the touch of someone’s hand on

your’s, the sound of a baby’s first laugh,

the scent of fresh spring rain,

the silk of his or her lips on your lips.

Oh, how I will miss the simple

pleasure of a kiss.

 

So, look at me.

Look at me and remember these days of your youth,

for they will not come again.

Remember the hard days, and the good;

relish every heart-stopping, goose-pimple, champagne-bubble moment,

because these are what get us through,

and make life worth living.

Jesi Scott is an aspiring writer of novels, a poet, and blogger. She has guest-blogged over at The Well-Tempered Bards, and has a post featured at For Love Of…. Jesi has two poems published in Memories of Mist, a literary anthology, and one published story in a newsletter. She is currently working on releasing her first poetry collection as well as writing her first novel. When not writing, Jesi can be found getting lost in bookstores, singing and dancing around the house, experiencing culture with friends, and generally having fun with her four sons when they aren’t driving her weeping into her closet, which she calls her Padded Cell. She loves to rescue stray bookmarks, as well as books, and has opened her heart to any and all stories needing a home. Archery is her current favorite thing ever but you might want to stand back a little as she still has a tendency to drop the bow occasionally.

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