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Today's prompt is to write a dramatic monologue poem.
The Single Woman's Lament/Anthem
Here I sit, might as well be Medusa on land,
scaring men away for fun.
Heart as hard as a wizened plum,
held in my hand like a rock, a sung song.
Known to no man, this is where I wander
sorry, forlorn, alone, fate done for.
Or so you think.
Here I stand, might as well be me, all at sea,
but strong, carefree. Master of all I survey,
free to choose any way forward,
any delicious way to just be.
Heart as red as a ripe apple, a song waiting
to be sung; its melody bright, nascent,
enough sustenance for me.
I will know him when I see him.
Enough of your quibbles and questions!
I will know him when I feel him.. Stop interfering!
Love is a balm that takes time
to find, love as an unexpected gift given;
not a commonplace must-have item
simply taken, checked off, become drivel.
And if not, leave me alone.
Alone is not an unpalatable state.
Alone can be complete.
I'm happy as I am. Solitary star dancer.
Seeker of dreams. Siren on a rock.
Believe it or not.
Here I am.
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