Kyah and I followed the Option A instructions, where I chose to respond to the ‘Boxers’ video:
MY POEM:
Watch the boxers
Brawling, but there’s no hate towards each other.
Just their sport.
Watch the lovers
Sparring, but there shouldn’t be hate towards each other.
It’s just their love.
A stroke towards his cheek
A blow that emits
An effect that drifts sweat beads supersonic.
Their words strike like fists
Their affair is like boxing
There’s only peace after the bloodshed.
Bodies slicked with wet,
Blood or sweat?
Bodies slicked with blood,
Does red mean war or love?
Bodies slicked with sweat,
Exhaustion from aggressive amusement or destructive desire?
Watch the boxers dance,
And then
Watch the lovers dance,
Is there a difference in what you see?
RESPONSE TO KYAH’S POEM:
KYAH’S POEM:
Relax
Relax into the mess
The mess that is your mind
Enjoy your thoughts
Bad, good
Dirty, chaste
Whether they are helpful or detrimental
Wallow in your thoughts
Explore
Venture to the corners of your conscious
Uncover secrets not even you knew
Travel through your thoughts
Feel as if you are in an unknown place
Recline back into comfort
A place where you are completely you
Where you know the inner workings
Where you can steer the path of your pleasure
Become reckless
Defy what you thought you knew
Thrash and smash down your barriers
Your psyche, a prison cell
Holding you captive from expansion
Run away
Leave your thoughts behind
What you know no longer matters
What you want to know is who you are to become
Destined for greatness, held back by nothing
Fall
Realise that running isn’t always the answer
Being in a place of comfort
Doesn’t mean being in a place of immobility
A flower blooms best in its natural habitat
Enjoy your thoughts
Set yourself the task of exploration
Come home to your true self
Break down the walls of comfort
Run through unchartered territory
Fall back into yourself
Relax
Relax into the mess
The mess that is your mind
