A poem a day, every day for a month, #3 : Pilgrim

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I have shed my country

in the still promise of spring

I have shed windowless blank eyes

the burden of your memory

your pocket watch logic

I refuse

This strange gravity

your spittle and curses

your fickle mistress moon

your cherished reputations

Your airy cages

I am not your Cassandra.

I shed

My ribbons of grief

my arcane accent

my body, a hungry survivor

I chose to walk here

Comment:

This is another collage poem. The fragments lead me to directions or thoughts I might not otherwise have had. Perhaps all the things we gather are like this: stepping stones we borrow to make our own ,unlikely path, the way we are able to walk on water.

Poetry Prompt:

Take two books, spend 10 minutes gathering random words and phrases. Give yourself a time limit for this or otherwise, if you are like me, you will begin reading and forget the assignment altogether.

Write the words down on a paper and them begin arranging them. Feel free to change verb tenses to see if you can make the lines fit together. You may find that one line suggests another to you. Add your own lines. Read aloud.