I once knew who I was
I could always read a map
to direct myself to peace.
You never knew yourself
Maps? Never tap into you
the lost one, the afraid one,
the one who dreamed too much.
You were lost then, you’re lost now.
Tossed, bossed, lost!
not to say she’s not lost
It’s a cost she pays for too much thought
about issues fraught with tension
just the mention of which causes dissension.
Contention’s the way today.
“and now for our prompt (optional, as always). Taking a cue from our craft resource, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that plays with voice. For example, you might try writing a stanza that recounts something in the first-person, followed by a stanza recounting the same incident in the second-person, followed by a stanza that treats the incident from a third-person point of view. Or you might try a poem in the form of a dialogue, which necessarily has two “I” speakers, addressing two “you”s. Another way to go is to take an existing poem of yours or someone else’s, and try rewriting it in a different voice. The point is just to play with who is speaking to who and how. Happy writing!”