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:
- A Return to PatternsBe well, Monty
- QuietHe’s been quiet lately. The voice in my head. The voice that is, quite frankly, a bit nuts. Often compelling me toward darkness. Vacillating betweenContinue reading “Quiet”
- TodayToday’s a gorgeous weather day. Cool with a light breeze. Bright and sunny aside from my spot in the shade of the tree above me.Continue reading “Today”
- Shine OnShine on, shine on, shine on meShine your light on meLight me up, cast away my doubtsLift me out of these shadowsI’m ready, I’m ready,Continue reading “Shine On”
- Here I Go AgainHere I go again. Interrupting this negative space with some generic typeface. No particular intentions. Just wanna release built-up tensions. It’s coming out in dripsContinue reading “Here I Go Again”