A Real Dry Twist

We`re all kind of weird and twisted and drowning

Haruki Murakami

Father

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
“Father”
Yes, you will call me, father
That first time
“Father”
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


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

Dried

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
dried



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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