Get Your Golden Shovel! No. 03 Round-Up

Last Saturday I posted the third “Get Your Golden Shovel” prompt as a collaborative project for our writing community. In this round-up, I share my golden shovel poem as well as those that were contributed by the community.

What’s a golden shovel poem? It’s a poetic form originally created by Terrance Hayes. Check out the rules here.

I want to give a big thanks to each of you that were willing to give this experiment a try:

@gigglingfattie (No Love For Fatties)

T.B.C.

Eric Drury (The Thoughtful Beggar)

Kathleen

Dream (The DreamGirlWrites)

Golden Shovel No. 03

“I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight”

After Apple Picking by Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Guests’ Poems:

How is it that I

cannot

but be forced to rub

and rub for the

strangeness

will not remove itself…

by GigglingFattie (No Love for Fatties)

CosmUS

Me, you…I

Definitely WE cannot

Be, different from the rub

Of Divinity, because the

Separation…

by T.B.C.

Sitting with I

aware I cannot

there lies the rub

who understands the

oceans of…

by Eric Drury (The Thoughtful Beggar)

This week Kathleen “took a poetic leap” with the form:

I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight.

Nor be the One

Who sees clearly.

Can see

Clearly.

But what will trouble

The days and the

Puddle of sleep

Of eternal mine,

Whatever

Sleep

It

Is.

For I cannot,

Cannot

Rub

The kindness

From

My sight.

by Kathleen

And Dream took on quite the challenge by combining last week’s prompt “cocoa in pods and alligator pears” with this week‘s prompt to come up with this creative piece:

There was this young boy, the shade of cocoa

who always preferred to travel in

pairs, like peas in pods

Off we went to forests far and

came across the might alligator

we ran and ran till we reached the grove of pears

And he says, “I

Cannot believe that we ran that fast. Cannot

believe that we’re safe.” He proceeds to…

by Dream (DreamGirlWrites)

Be well,

Monty

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