Because I was made up
of so many parts,
you added to me over time
and couldn’t see the real me.
Because you left me
standing over there,
coated in rusting tin,
you never knew the real me.
Because you wouldn’t
give me back my heart
I’m going to chop my way
out of this forest, not a Tin Woodman
but a woman, following the Yellow Brick Road
on a quest to find the best thing in the world.
Kim M. Russell, 21st August 2018

My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Because, Because, Because
Mish is our host for Poetics this week and she’s taking us off to see the Wizard! We’re will focus on three characters of this timeless classic: The Tin Man, The Scarecrow and The Cowardly Lion.
Mish reminds us that The Wizard of Oz is packed full of metaphors for life as Dorothy sets out on her personal journey to return ‘home. Others join her with their own quest for happiness, but in the end they come to realize that what they desire already lies within them.
Today, Mish asks us to choose one of these characters and write from their perspective, imagining ourselves as Cowardly Lions longing for courage, Tin Men aching for a heart or Scarecrows yearning for a brain. We should place ourselves within the story, embracing their mindset and bringing their woes and wishes to life in our poems. On the other hand, we could use their personas to represent the feelings of being heartless, empty-headed or fearful.
A heart is the best thing in the world.
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A sweet take on the prompt, and nice twist ending. So cool to just morph into Dorothy; very original.
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Thank you, Glenn.
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I echo Glenn’s comments — it was a great twist ending!
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Thanks Jo!
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Those opening lines are magical as Oz
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Thank you, Laura.
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I wanted to live for awhile in the first stanza….wow
….and it builds to empowerment in the end. Love it, Kim!!
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Thank you, Mish!
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Nice twist, Kim.
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Thanks V.J.
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Love the twist in the end.
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Thank you, Susan.
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Nice! How often we stand by rusting when we could be chopping our way through life with (a) heart!
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😉
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So true, people often see the version of us that they have created, instead of the real us. This is full of encouragement.
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Thank you, Candy.
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That sounds wonderful – a real anthem of to the triumphant of the human spirit
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Thank you, Suzanne.
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I really enjoyed this poem. 😊
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Thank you, Christine. 🙂
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Layers of Tin Tools
Starting with
Words in
Alphabet
Soup
Ending
With Nuclear
BombS unless heART
ART coMes Back from he..:)
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🙂
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:)!
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There is always a way out. Nicely done
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Thank you, Mary.
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Lovely poem!
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Thank you, Annell!
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A tale of heartbreak and recovery, so eloquently told in so few lines. Well done, Kim! 🙂
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Thank you, Frank! 🙂
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So beautiful Kim.
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Thank you, Linda.
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I like how you pulled the Because Because Because throughout your piece. Excellent repetition here, and a poignant ending.
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Thanks De.
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