The prompt on the NaPoWriMo site today was a real challenge for me. It was to write a poem in golden shovel form. I have no shame in admitting that my inner geek was pretty excited about trying this out.
In this form of poetry, you are to borrow a line from someone else’s poem and use each word of that line as the last word of each line in your own poem. Terrance Hayes, however, the creator of the golden shovel poetry form, used not just one line of Gwendolyn Brooks’ “We Real Cool” to create his poem, “The Golden Shovel”, he used her poem in it’s entirety so that you can read her entire poem by putting together the last word in each line of his. Truly real cool!
For my inspiration, I selected:
Devotion – by Robert Frost
The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean–
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition.
And here is my poem:
There are times that I wonder what the
Meaning of thunder is, when it dwells inside my heart
No matter how hard I try I don’t think I can
Explain this feeling, even if all night I think
Trying to come up with adequate words of
Description, I always fall short because there are no
Words which can speak fully of the pain of unrequited devotion
Is there any emptiness greater
Than that left behind after love has left, after
A heart knows the tumult of being
Left as limp as a piece of seaweed tossed upon the shore
After a cyclone’s wrath has ended. Leaving me to
Pick up the shattered pieces and try to find the
Courage to walk once more along the edge of the ocean
Lacking the one by my side I so desired to be holding
It shall all be well even without him washed by the
Glow of the sunset as it dips below the landscape’s curve
Despite that I believed that we were of
A shared heart, shared dreams, shared desire, of one
United mind filled with plans, we have lost that position
No longer do I mark the time till we meet, I am counting
On the fact that the day must come in which once more an
Open chasm such as this will no longer stretch endless
But shall be healed, and I am not damned to repetition.