My Blood and I (30 days of poetry: day 16)

 

Prompt: 16) Blood

My blood and I are so alike,
That I should have a bloody name;
But to the common, this absurdity,
Needs to be explained.
In my body my blood boils,
Flows and runs through my veins:
Just the way bubbling thoughts,
Pop in and out off my brain.
If I'm too happy ever,
You'll see my cheeks and ears:
Redden at the incoming wave
Of rosy and gay front row viewers.
But if my finger's pricked,
The raging blood oozes out,
And in the harsh world outside:
It clots and freezes in a drop.
In a parallel path I see,
What struggles out through my teeth:
The dried up carcass of some words—
My ideas strangled at birth!

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Author’s thoughts

‘My Blood and I’ is a poem about the similarities I find between myself and blood. It’s an attempt to step away from overused metaphors and subverting expectations about a poem about the prompt “blood” while experimenting with a style of poetry I haven’t consciously tried before.

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This prompt is given by Trisha Saha.