I am the pages that rots on the shelf
decaying and decomposing.
The words within are truths to be exposed.
I, THE Sabertooth Tiger of Arctic Romania,
have such a weak bite my prey get away.
I fell off clouds before. Autobiographies Rot
is that good enough?
I, THE Scorpion of Sahara Egypt,
can't see in light I only come out at night.
I was in a war once.
Wait! what war?
I, THE Pterodactyl of pre-historic Earth,
am not a Dinosaur just a flying reptile.
I fought a two-headed dragon once.
does that count?
I, THE Elephant of Southern Africa,
die without friendship I fear to be alone.
I never made it on to the Twit field.
is that shameful?
The book that decays on that old shelf
has book rot and black stains.
Noor, Wow. What a great post/poem! I love the challenge you offer to the age-old "immortal rhyme" trope that writers have been deploying for thousands of years! Your implicit metaphor, that books are bodies too, is brilliant. (Are you making an argument for digital media?!) You have an impressive understanding of structure and use personification deftly in this poem to illustrate and express the theme of your poem. Fabulous use of multimedia and presentation (fonts, etc.) as well. The video is especially effective in its literal ickiness. Going forward, I'd like to see your writing explore image and image-based metaphor more deeply. But mostly, I'm just looking forward to what you do next! Excellent.
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