Go ahead, spin
your yarns –
convince me
not to persecute
Can you not see
my skin is naught
but tin; I am metal
inside and out
You are looking for
sympathy – requires
a being with a heart –
I am no such fool.
Hush your mournful
pleas, quit dragging
on me; I’ve no time
for nonsense, child.
(Today at dVerse, Mish has challenged to write from the perspective of either the Cowardly Lion, the Scarecrow, or the Tin Man. Β Using the daily prompts of Fandango (being), Ragtag Community (yarn), Manic Mondays (hush), Β and Daily addictions (persecute), this portrait of the Tin Man emerged. Β If he sounds presidential here, it is purely coincidental. Image is from my personal collection, and seemed appropriate.)
Wow !
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Thanks for all the encouragement and it is nice to meet you.
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I am happy to have found your blog! Absolute pleasure π
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Likewise.
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Love your spin on the Tin! Ending is priceless.
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Thank you. Have to confess the ending snuck up on me.
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LOVE this, especially:
“Can you not see
my skin is naught
but tin”
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Thank you – that Tin Man!
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I like this. And how clever to incorporate several different prompts.
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Thanks Margaret. I dropped by your blog – enjoyed reading your recent posts.
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Thank you!
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I must admit the poem did sound like a certain WH official when I first read it. Your description of the prompts you used had me re-reading the poem and I can see it both ways now. Very interesting.
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Ha, ha. Initially the poem was from the perspective of the tin man, but with the given words it ended up resembling a certain someone – unintentional, but hey.
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I like the way this poem evolved from a variety of challenges, V.J. and I recognise the presidential in your Tin Man. I’m so glad you replaced ‘fake news’ with ‘spin your yarns’! I don’t think the Tin Man in the White House will ever find his heart.
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Thanks Kim, and I agree. Think he lost his heart long ago.
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True every
T R U M
P Architect
Needs
A Little
Oracle
oF HuMaN
Then AnD OG NoW..:)
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Thanks Katie. Looks like things are changing.
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Thank
Goodness
Love
Is
Coming Back..
As Love
Trumps
Hate in
The End
And Beginning
OF Real Existence
Literally too
With Mote
Matter
Than
Anti-Matter
So Perhaps in
This way every
Microbe oF
Human
Kindness
Saves a
Return
Of
A Big
Bang too
If only
Trumps
Knew
Worth SMiLes..:)
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‘A being with a heart’ I am no such fool — it summarizes and says so much. Kudos to you!
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Thanks Rena
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Ah yes, sometimes there is no room for nonsense!
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So we are led to believe…
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Ha ha. Interpretation is open with poetry, right?
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Maybe a heart of tin is the definition of hard hearted! Great poem!
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I think the original character just didn’t know how to love; he wasn’t hard-hearted per se. My tin man is for sure.
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Perhaps I was too quick to judge!!
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Excellent poem! Also it turned out to be an excellent news day π
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It sure did! Hope it goes somewhere.
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ππ Picking off the herd!
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Things are moving and shaking
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The hollowness echoes. Beautiful and sad.
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Thank you, Susan.
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Oh yes, this is the voice of the heartless. If they only knew how foolish they really are.
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Not sure they are capable of comprehending that.
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Ah, love the ending (all of it really), but specifically that last line.
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Thanks, Dorinda.
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You’re welcome
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One can have sympathy for the original tin man …
Great poem! Apt implications re presidential similarities (minus sympathy merit!)
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You are right; the original lacked cruelty.
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I love the tone in your poem, and I especially like your last stanza.
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Thanks Jo.
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I flashed on the Star Trek Borg creed “Resistance is futile”; thought you were going to take us to a dark place. Well you kind of did, and I dug it.
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Ha ha – thanks, Glenn. Wasn’t sure myself, where it was leading.
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That would be a real tin man–not even one looking for a heart.
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Certainly not the fictional character…
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More than a coincidence, I bet.
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Ha ha – it just emerged that way.
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