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. Using the daily prompts of Fandango (being), Ragtag Community (yarn), Manic Mondays (hush), and Daily addictions (persecute), this portrait of the Tin Man emerged. 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 🙂
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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 😊
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It sure did! Hope it goes somewhere.
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👍👍 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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