She sits with fingers at the ready,
To paint a world for passersby
In words that dot the postcard face,
The bullet holes each key stroke fires,
As powerful as weapons, deathly too,
But she shapes them into sunset hues
And mirrors back the love between
Her muses stopped to here her song.
I’ve recently discovered TikTok – I know I’m late to the game. I have obviously heard of it before, but I thought that it was only for doing dance routines.
I have found that I really like watching the spoken word TikToks and I’ve come across some really beautiful poems. I think that the marriage between poem and images works really well.
I then stumbled across these videos of the people who sit in Central Park with a typewriter. They ask passersby if they would like a poem written especially for them and then they just type something out on a postcard that the person can keep.
It’s possibly the most rmonatic thing I can think of, and my little INFP brain adores everything about it – especially the fact that it’s typed out on a typewriter.
I live on the side of a park and I want to go out and do my own poetry generation. Unfortunately I live on a pretty rough council estate so I have a feeling that most people would take a wide berth around me, thinking that I may be high on something.
Even if I can’t do it for other people, I may need to purchase my own typewriter and hammer my own little word gems.