To read a poem inside a
poem, trying to echo voice
looking at what another said
I mean sit down and really look
Can you say you truly know me?
Words are written on the page in
a frenzy, thoughts spill out the
question posed, gazing at the stars
I am not confident they will tell
Perplexed, I look within me
Is it possible to truly
know all the thoughts men
will voice over coffee of
all the poems written on earth
Powerful two letters holds all
we have ever pondered in the
cosmos, we tremble soul-and-body
lingering on what-ifs scars
There are many people who were
consumed pondering the universe, not
one poet questioned life or love too
If Rudyard Kipling failed to
write his verse what loss we’d pay
searching echoes to answer for
the confidence of birth
A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.
NaPoWriMo Prompt – Today’s prompt is a little complicated, which is why I saved it for a Saturday, in the hopes that you might have a little more time today than during a weekday. I think this is a very rewarding form, though, so I hope you’ll enjoy it! Today I challenge you to write a “golden shovel.” This form was invented by Terrance Hayes in his poem, The Golden Shovel. The last word of each line of Hayes’ poem is a word from Gwendolyn Brooks’ poem We Real Cool. You can read Brooks’ poem by reading the last word of each line of Hayes’ poem!
Phew! This one was a doozy. I like a challenge sometimes. It helps one grow as a poet. Last night, I took my birthday girl out for pizza and wings (with her big sister of course). We walked over to our little corner of New York, NYPD. It was bustling. We had a nice, attentive waiter. And he discounted Gretchen’s birthday cheesecake. 😀 Thank you!
Yesterday, I finalized our plans to shuffle off to Buffalo this summer. Since my sister woke me up with a 4:20AM phone call, she was tagged for our 1AM airport pickup. Actually she volunteered. Oy… the nonstop flights to PHX BUF were at the oddest times.