The Blue Bird Flies

NaPoWriMo Day#5: 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.

 

The poem I’ve chosen to shovel-ize is Langston Hughes’s beautiful Dreams:

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.

 

Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow. 

 

The shovel-ized version:

I slip from your hold

Falling freely, falling fast

With nothing to hold on to

I fly with my dreams.

 

What was I holding back for?

If only I had fallen sooner, only if

I’d known how beautiful were my dreams

I wouldn’t have let them die

So silently, condemning myself to a life

Where I forgot what love is,

A life where exhaustion reigned, a

World were every day left me feeling broken-winged

Never realizing I was a blue bird

So tiny, so insignificant that

I often feel I cannot

Let go, never knowing I can fly.

 

I slip from your hold

Falling freely, falling fast

With nothing to hold on to

I fly with my dreams.

 

What was I holding back for?

If only I had fallen sooner, only if

I’d known how beautiful were my dreams

I wouldn’t have let them go

So easily, condemning myself to a life

Where I forgot what love is,

A life where exhaustion reigned, a

World where days were barren

Like a drought fed field,

An existence so frozen

That I’d forgotten that with

My song, I could make it snow. 

 

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NaPoWriMo Day#4: There are a couple of variants on the lune form, but just to keep things simple, let’s try the version developed by Jack Collum. His version of the lune involves a three-line stanza. The first line has three words. The second line has five, and the third line has three. You can write a poem that consists of just one stanza, or link many lune-stanzas together into a unified poem.

 

Two shy faces

Talked from across the hall

It was love.

 

Two shaky hands

Squeezed their quaking hearts out

They were scared.

 

Two bold strides

Taken tentatively by trembling feet

They were brave

 

Two dazzling smiles

Which were impossible to hide

They were happy

 

Two silent tears

Fall when no one’s looking

They were memories.

The Happy Charm

NaPoWriMo Day#3: Write a charm – a simple rhyming poem, in the style of a recipe-slash-nursery rhyme. It could be a charm against warts, or against traffic tickets. It could be a charm to bring love, or to bring free pizzas from your local radio station

I SUCK at rhyming, so here’s a crappy, cheesy, corny poem:

A gentle wind to chase away your blues

The joy in your eyes reflecting all kinds of hues.

Our feet sinking in the messy sand

As we walk hand-in-hand.

My happiness charm is easy,

Though it may sound cheesy

All I need is you

To make me feel new.

Kisses and Salt

NaPoWriMo Day#1: Prompt from http://www.napowrimo.net 

Go to Reb Livingston’s Bibliomancy Oracle (http://bibliomancyoracle.tumblr.com/). Clear your mind, push the button, and then write a poem based on the quotation that the oracle provides.

The oracle provided me with this:

Don’t count on Lot’s wife:
her salty kiss only brings
copious tears. Lots. 

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from “Lotto” by Timothy Bradford

 

Your soft hands on my aching back

The very hands that inflicted the pain,

Now coming to soothe the hurt you’d caused

 

What was I to believe in?

The hurt in your eyes that I couldn’t erase

Or the words you carefully picked to cut me with?

 

I was so lost in all your contrary signs.

I wanted to trust in the gentle kisses

You placed on my tear stained cheeks

But the frenzy with which you tore me

Lingered in my mouth like a mouthful of salt.

 

I was so young then,

Could you not have forgiven me

A little easier, a bit sooner?

Because now every time I want to trust

The comfort in your kiss

I choke on the salt rising up my throat.