Recreation
Never-ending poem
I was tagged in 2 branches of the never-ending poem, and decided to combine the 2 prompts into a single response. Below are the 2 originating poems from B. A. Cumberlidge. and Arundhati followed by my response to the prompts ‘Imperative’ and ‘Twisted’.
You twist my fringe between index finger and thumb saying you’ll be the wind beneath my wings; I believe you, knotting up my heart, twisting my life in two.
It is imperative that I believe; Imperative, for your ruse to succeed. So hard to hear a lamb bleat, and know there’s a wolf hidden beneath. Once an easy victim for a narcissist, perhaps- Wisdom’s imperative it is to strike with zaps.
My imperative is to untwist what you twisted To simplify, to rebuild, to recreate And in this recreation, I thank even your twisted soul, For giving my life an imperative.
I’m tagging some more poets to continue the chain if they wish to (anywhere on Medium), with the prompt ‘Rocket’: Somsubhra Banerjee Saurabh James G Brennan Amy Marley Ioana Andrei Charlotte Zobeir Ali






