DOOMSDAY
yours comes the moment
beliefs are negotiated
to earn a dollar
implosions start
with the concession
that beauty is useless
unless sold
the exchange of dignity
for jewels or fame
or a name
reflecting all that you are not
will be forgot
when all your righteous
pretense explodes
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Prompt: Write a doomsday poem
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yours comes the moment
beliefs are negotiated
to earn a dollar
implosions start
with the concession
that beauty is useless
unless sold
the exchange of dignity
for jewels or fame
or a name
reflecting all that you are not
will be forgot
when all your righteous
pretense explodes
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Prompt: Write a doomsday poem
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Still catching up. In writing this poem, I thought about the intense pressure artists feel when caught between the need to support themselves and be true to their creative voice. Is it ever alright to bend to the forces that be and "sell out"?
Doomsday for a poet, huh? I understand you friend.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Darius. Glad we're on the same page.
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