Hi again folks,

It seems fitting to add the poetry from the last few days, all in one go as it is National Poetry Day here in the UK. So here is the assignment for Day 3:

Word:  Skin

Type:  Prose, no fixed rules but powerful use of language.

Language Tool:   Internal Rhyme, can occur within a line or continue onto the next line

                                 but not repetitive.

Title: Confliction

They traverse my body, my skin, like roads through the countryside going against nature, harsh, defined and bare.                                                                                                             

Pain before, pain healing, and pain now. I question the point of them – the Raging internal row.

Taut, smooth, jagged; They join two parts, but                                                                          are separate.

I understood the need for them,                                                                                                            but I need to understand them more.

I feel betrayed by my bodys’ raging internal war.

They remind me that biology has let me down, time and time again.

Why should I care for something so deceptive and full of betrayal?                                      I should care for the body that has given, endured and lived.

They show that I have given, endured and lived – my scars                                             traverse my body,                                                                                                                                   my skin.

I’m trying to live with them. accept them, give in.

This poem is written from quite a personal point of view.

Please comment and add your opinions – it would be great to hear them!

Take care and happy crafting,

Jenny 🙂