I rarely write rhyming poems. So, why not challenge myself with a Welsh poetic form that involves lots of rhyming and syllable counting. So, since yesterday was Albuquerque Isotopes baseball season home opener, here’s a baseball poem!
It’s day 6 of NaPoWriMo and I’m trying another new style: a cinquain. Basically, 5 lines, 2 syllables for the first, 4 for the second, 6 in the third, 8 in the fourth, 2 in the last. Here goes:
I’m very on the fence about this poem. Mostly because I know abuse IS violence in every sense of the word. And I don’t want to cheapen the ugly, immoral, illegal activity of abuse. Too much time is spent blaming the victim in many cases. What I’m trying to show is that the violence itself is not really the worst of it. It’s the part we refuse to talk about that is the worst. It’s the unspoken pain that comes after the bruises heal. It’s the fear and destruction it does to the survivor’s psyche, self-esteem, self-worth, and everything that entails.
Also, the last two lines, the request, is directed at both abuser and survivor. Abuser: take a moment to think about what you’re actually doing beyond the physical, sexual, emotional violence; reconsider your actions. Survivor: take a moment to think about why you’re responding to this non-abuser the way you are. Survivors tend to self-destruct and destroy all they love, unintentionally, by way of the untreated trauma that comes with abuse.
So don’t be surprised if you come back here and this poem is gone. I have a feeling it too many will take this incorrectly, or that what it actually says is something unintentional.
Here’s Day 2’s poem for NaPoWriMo, a free form based on a prompt of “firsts”…