A Real Dry Twist

We`re all kind of weird and twisted and drowning

Haruki Murakami


You will be
A real boy, my son
Not this wooden doll
I’ve crafted
When the stars align just right
I will hear you speak
Yes, you will call me, father
That first time
How my tears will flow
“Father, please untie me”
I will look into your eyes
And see the life
“Father, I am real! Please!”
Just a little more carving
And you’ll be perfect

A distortion of the meaning of a word or passage.
An unexpected turn in a story, tale, etc.


The location
Was chosen for him
They outlined how
This would be his final resting place
He could run, he had time
To change the outcome
Before he

The twist:

Free verse.
Varying line length.
Must have a twist of some kind.
The twist must be a single-word line and the title of the poem. Where it appears in the poem is the writers’ discretion.

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21 thoughts on “A Real Dry Twist

      1. Sure πŸ™my 16 years my mom passed away😒 My dad’s love and
        Care we children nicely grown up πŸŒ·πŸ™πŸ‘πŸ»My success all credits
        goes to my father πŸŒ·πŸ™πŸ‘ŒπŸŒ·So welcome and thank you πŸ™

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  1. In “Dried” I thought you were talking about a flower being dried then I saw the photo and had to laugh. It does look like he can run away. πŸ™‚ Fun perspective, Mouse.

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    1. Flowers! That could work as well!
      I thought of paint outlines and paint running. And it seemed like a perfect twist.
      Thanks for the alternate perspective πŸ‘

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