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The Comeback Post: A Realisation


It’s exactly one year ago today since my last post.

Reading all my previous entries brought me into a strange melancholy.

Emotions and images come alive as I read every phrase…every word.. out loud.

The sound of my voice awakens the captured memory of years and months passed. One by one I feel warmth deep in my chest, slowly creeping up to my throat, and finally resting on my eyes.

Amazing how words can bring you back in time, making every detail as true as they could be – all without leaving reality.

I wonder if I still know how to create such enchantment.


Unwritten Philip

Write about me.
Philip popped out of nowhere.

Don’t you bother me at this hour.
I said in annoyance.

Tell them how I look,and talk and walk.
He paced around the room in his Shakespearean clothes.

Didn’t you hear a word I said?

He drew his face closer to mine.
Can you include my sword-fighting under the ocean inside an octopus! Surely there is nothing like that!

Now you’re being a mess.

Then toss in my half-brother whose father is an alien explorer and wanted my help to conquer another planet. That should be exciting!

I looked away.
You are a lot of work, I can’t help you right now.

He handed me my favourite pen and a piece of crumpled paper.
Surely you can draft a few sentences.

I rolled my eyes and looked directly at Philip.
Once there was a cavalier who had a pet raptor that ate him whole. End of story. There.

You can do better than that!

If you want a better story then might as well shut up.

Shall I come in the morning then?

Leave now before I decide to kill you.

You’re not…

Yes, that’s a threat. You, of all characters, should know how powerful I am.

But.. he protested. How long do I have to wait?

The wind whistled into the room.

Philip waited for an answer I didn’t give,
and vanished as quickly as he appeared.

I took a pillow and covered my face.
One day, someday. I’ll write about you.
I promise.

*What’s goin on here? Check out Yeah Writers! prompt to find out.


What inspires a poet to write?
There’s nothing new to this sunlight!

What do writers see on a blank wall?
Do they stare ‘til hit by a fireball?

Do you get stories from your life?
Some say don’t tell them ‘bout your strife.

So how do you decide on plot?
One you consider a big shot

And I sighed,
because damn
Writing is so hard!



*Writer’s note: I am used to writing short stories and has always been afraid to try poetry. So this, my friends is my first attempt at it. Please forgive my amateur words and rhyming abilities.*

Why read poems?

Poems bore me like a grey sky on a gloomy Monday morning. There is lack (or absence) of excitement in poems. Lack or absence of everything actually – characters, adventures, climax, plot, conflict. Everything.

Poems are as hard to write as they are to understand. I hate how those perfectly arranged words take you and leave you wanting for more. You write them for days, read them in minutes and get you thinking, even disturbed, for weeks.

I don’t like poems, or poets for that matter. Poets are insane. The metre, the phrasing, the rhythm, the verses put together are just too much of a hard work. And nobody even pays attention! Still, they keep doing the same thing.

With his finished product of well-selected words, the poet intellectually lures you to his world like playing a trick without you even noticing it. And I don’t like that cleverness.

I’d rather enjoy a comic book with all the illustration to not mislead its reader. On a perfect sunny day in the park, I’d rather pick up a plainspoken composition that does not require too much engaging. I’d rather not cultivate my imagination or my critical thinking. I’d rather not appreciate the beauty, power and mystery that is in every carefully thought of form of poetry.

So why read poems? If you’re going to ask me, I suggest you don’t.