Pretentious

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written for tonights prompt at dverse pots pub. the prompt from Merril was to write a piece of prosery no longer than 144 words tat had to include a line from a chosen poem. the poem she chose was Planertium by Adrianne Rich and the line “i am bombarded yet i still stand”. she chose this because of the last year or so we have all just witnessed.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/11/08/prosery-bombarded/

Pretentious.

            Here I sit glass bottle in a paper bag. A park bench for tonight’s bed.

It was not always this way for me. I was once a pretentious poet putting down others. Cursed with the arrogance of a privileged childhood. I was a proper spoilt brat looking down on those I despised, those without a university education.

            I would bombard those of lesser social standing than me with abuse and ignorance. One day I over stepped the mark with a street poet calling herself Planetarium stood on a soap box on a street corner. “I am bombarded, yet I stand” was her response.

            This shook me to the core of what I believed. I got home seeing my pretentious father through new eyes. That was thirty years ago. I gave up all when I plunged a knife into his heart and walked away.

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