I am using the daily prompts provided on Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides blog on writersdigest.com
AN APOLOGY TO POETRY, BUT ALSO AN AFFRONT
I think it has been ten months or more since I read a poem.
Would I even recognize a line if I saw one?
I have spent too much time in my skin
scraping skin, hating skin, draping skin
in strips over bones like tartans
marching through days in dress rehearsal for death.
This is what it is to leave one’s body:
all the soaring is gone from singing;
ringing legato notes in guitar solos drone;
three-year-old laughter grates on the ear;
the misophonic skritch of brush and paint on canvas;
pushing fingernails through flesh in a rush of cadmium red,
the warm, same taste of everything:
saltless, godless, hopeless, senseless.
This is is what it is to leave one’s body with the mind still inside: