I am an Island

Prompt: Island

My first thought with this prompt was the song by Simon and Garfunkel. Will songwriters be studied (or are they now?) in schools the way classic poets have been?

I am a rock

I Am a Rock

A winter’s day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I’ve built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Don’t talk of love,
But I’ve heard the words before;
It’s sleeping in my memory.
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.

 


My Generation, Baby

Prompt: Generation

People try to put us down
Just because we get around
Things they do look awful cold
I hope I die before I get old
Talkin’ ’bout my generation

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Why don’t you all fade away
And don’t try to dig what we all say
I’m not trying to cause a big sensation
I’m just talkin’ ’bout my generation
Talkin’ ’bout my generation

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

 


  • The Who, 1965