Here is today's prompt for Napowrimo Day 2. I opted to play with the concept of Echo and Narcissus, sort of.
sing sweet, old timey radio songs to the river
because i've seen my face and failed to
understand what it was i was seeing. caught
up in love. caught up in the sweet nothings
of an exacting jawline, such profound eyebrows.
i'm gonna let the horns wash over me like
the spent flow of a lackluster water heater;
in the dead of winter.it's just to cleanse myself.
were such things possible!
i can't unsee-
what i feel. can't unfeel. from a distance.
from up close. distortions. contortions.
my love an unfinished dream, eyes wet
with taffy tears and dried by night's remains.
i am beholden. i depart. i return. i remain.
little comfort, when the voices blur and
harmony locks itself into a three minute
resolution of my problems. still, i remain
forever yours. forever my own.
still.
I enjoyed your love song radio, Leonard, and how you played with Echo and Narcissus. The form works well, the stream of consciousness, especially in the third stanza, and I love the phrase ‘eyes wet with taffy tears and dried by night's remains’.
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