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:
- Alt-Scenes From This Morning’s WalkBe well, Monty
- IdolBe well, Monty
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- Earth TonesBe well, Monty
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