creativeThis is my home-game entry for The Real LJ Idol. I am not competing this season but invite you to read the many fine submissions and the home-game entries. Topic number 15 is "Failure to Communicate." I borrowed words and phrases from the other home-game entries posted so far and turned them into a fantasy poem.
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I found this sign, written in spray paint on cardboard,
reading "Take Me," just lying on the sidewalk. What was it for?
I Never Say a Word
A horse head fiddle
is a poor choice of gift
for an elf of excellent manners.
Finely honed weapons
the manes of teenage unicorns
black velvet. Such blue eyes.
What was I thinking? You can’t
make everyone happy.
A world of colours and shapes,
mumbles and just noise
background noise...
I cannot understand them at all.
Pant-legs swish. I don’t know where
we were. Little reward and no path.
I am no super hero. I rejoice
at the Bread Isle. My fervor for Volleyball,
scissors in my purse. I swallow
big gulps. Spiked
to the floor by the monsters,
with a pillow over his head.
A misunderstanding... somewhere.
Nobody scored goals or runs or baskets.
He dissected them for me
compassionately but brutally ripped apart
the fog that is my vision.
I had used colors he couldn't read.
He got the message.
