Day-22
NaPoWriMo-2026
Prompt: Jaswinder Bolina’s poem “Mood Ring” imagines the speaker as both himself and an interior being (who happens to take the form of a small donkey). It’s quite silly . . . and not silly at the same time. A sort of “serious fun.” Today, we’d like to challenge you to write your own poem in which the speaker is in dialogue with him or herself.
It came,
Unnoticed, stealth
Invader with sharp claws
Carrying the tools of death.
I noticed the signs
Shadowing through
"Hey, who are you?"
Why are you here?'
It looked in my face
and laughed loudly
"I am inside you
controlling your cells
Have you seen
How are they multiplying?"
Dark it was
But, what force!
Left gasping for breath
Like a marauder in pursuit!
I took courage
and faced the demon
"I am healthy and fine.
You are wasting your time."
Aah! the look on its face
, smirkingly "Hahahaha
Check your skin
Yellowed and shrivelled.
I am the commander of
that body of yours.
You cannot escape from me.
Even your prayers cannot
erase my chances of
controlling you."
Pain... What audacity!
Who can fight against it?
The chemical composition
Or the spiritual affiliation
The sheer myth of life in shreds!
It came,
Dangling on heartbeat
Twisting and gripping
At its own will.
Participating in: NaPoWriMo-2026
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