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:
Golden Shovel No. 03
“I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight”After Apple Picking by Robert Frost (1874-1963)
By Monty Vern
Chase the cannot
From the rub
Of darkness, embrace the
Of yes, peeling my eyes out from
lids, rediscovering sight.
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.
But what will trouble
The days and the
Puddle of sleep
Of eternal mine,
For I cannot,
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:
- Salting the EarthSalting the Earth Torrents of tears flow down streaky cheeked hillsPuddling into overflowing pools under footSalting the earth barrenStripping soil of it’s soulHis body nowContinue reading “Salting the Earth”
- Portrait in BlueBe well, Monty
- Under the Earth’s ShadowI lay awake under the earth’s shadowGentle breathing curled at my feetA companion in this darknessHolding guard against The cold reality and coming lightFor I’mContinue reading “Under the Earth’s Shadow”
- Blue HeronBe well, Monty
- Endure MeEndure meEndure my cold feet under the sheetsEndure my rough breaths sawing through the night’s airMy tossing and turningMy hogging all the blanketsMy nightmare kicksMyContinue reading “Endure Me”