This is one of the poems I’ve written over the years. I’ve set many of them to music, or wrote the music first and then the words. But some of them, like this one, have stood alone (so far).<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This particular poem was conceived as an exercise is using all four perspectives (I, You, We, and They) that are central to the Dramatica theory of narrative structure that I developed with Chris Huntley.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet, from this rather pedestrian motivation, a rather fascinating poem emerged, I think.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By Melanie Anne Phillips<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My emotions are dead This is one of the poems I’ve written over the years. I’ve set many of them to music, or wrote the music first and then the words. But some of them, like this one, have stood alone (so far). This particular poem was conceived as an exercise is using all four perspectives (I, You, We, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false}}},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-294","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/saauzo-lulladie","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/storymind.com\/melanie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/294","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/storymind.com\/melanie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/storymind.com\/melanie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storymind.com\/melanie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storymind.com\/melanie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=294"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/storymind.com\/melanie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/294\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6924,"href":"https:\/\/storymind.com\/melanie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/294\/revisions\/6924"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/storymind.com\/melanie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=294"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storymind.com\/melanie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=294"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storymind.com\/melanie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=294"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
and lack any resistance
to the onslaught of logic\u2019s
relentless persistence.
I\u2019m malleable, movable,
flexible, still.
I succumb with aplomb,
as I alter my will
to conform to the pressures
that weigh on my soul
without motive, or method,
opinion, or goal.
They reach for the stars,
as they stand on our hearts,
and they sell us off piecemeal,
parcels and parts.
They slice us to mincemeat
and padlock the door,
while our blood runs quite freely
through holes in the floor.
But nothing is wasted,
tho\u2019 everything\u2019s lost.
So our blood is recycled
to offset the cost.
We huddle in darkness
yet shy from the fire
to howl at the moon
with the rest of the choir.
And when the glow wanes,
we stoke it with dreams
in hopes that the crackle
will drown out our screams.
You sleep in your bed
and you doze in your chair.
Your cushions are comfy
and so is your air.
But your heartache grows heavy,
as well as your head,
\u2018til you nod away, nod away,
nod away, dead.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"