Last night at my Draft & Craft we worked with poetry. I will not lie, I do not consider myself a poet. The last time I wrote a poem was in high school during my, angry teen gonna write a rock album phase. I really feel poets are the best of the best with words. I just tell stories, they tell truths.
So we worked on Golden Shovel Poems. I took a line from a poem written by Andrea Gibson and using each word in my poem as the last word in a line in my poem. Each word stays in order as it appeared in the original poem. There are of course variations to this. I have to say…..I was feeling poetry (Adj) for sure when I finished. I hope you like it as much as I do. There is no title to my poem, I will give you the line I took from the poem, Titanic. I will italicize the words.
I’ve spent too many years sewing my tears together with thread…
The words are vile, spit flings. Loathed and unwanted, I’ve
Heard the line before
All the hours asking why. Time wasted. Over spent.
Sometimes I shout,
Yeah, you too!
Hand crashes against my cheek
How much longer before the sting stops. The bouts are many.
Little feet dangle
Off the bed counting years
Like a sentence for a crime I never commit
The patchwork for my quilt no one is sewing
Just scraps of calico strewn about
Waiting for someone to piece my
Enigma. Fit all the strands to make
A pretty picture for my tears
Packing up all your material collectables stuffing your car
At last there is common ground we are together
You will go now taking
Everyone but me with
That’s ok I’ll fly away to land
I’ll take my hope just hanging by a thread
Chris Writes 
Wow. Now that was good! You left me speechless because I though you really captured your emotions with that poem, and I know poetry is not (usually) your thing. I also really liked how you carried the element of sewing between the original line and your piece. Very nice indeed.
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Thanks Molly! I liked the sewing aspect as well. That was why I chose the line from the poem. It really spoke to me. No big secret my other passion is sewing!
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I can see why you are proud of it — it was very sad to me, but I loved that your heart and soul were intertwined within the words. I’d like the line: “Everyone but me with” edited somehow, but haven’t a clue how to put that preposition at the end of line — but I knew what you were saying. Whom will you go with / Everyone but me / But that’s okay / I’ll fly away and land / And take my hope just hanging by a thread./
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What I do love about poetry…we can be…. like a good magician….with the slight of hand or the placement of a preposition… create smoke and mirrors. That said…one of the reasons I don’t like poetry…with the slight of hand…
Don’t be sad.
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