2-poems from our Thursdays at Two poetry group 9/21/2023
An anaphora exercise using famous first lines (superscript) and my fill not bolded.
"Here lies a man cut off by fate"1
"He wakes, who never thought to wake again,"2
"He wasn’t dumb. His intellect was sound"3 -
he having recovered from a mild stroke
He glanced over at his dear departed wife
"He coveted her portrait."4 and paused to reflect -
"Her cheek was wet with North Sea spray,"5
He then made his way from his bedchamber
"He opens the scullery door, and a sudden rush"6 of
heretofore hidden servants appear to assist him…
"He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark"7 and mused:
"Here I sit,"8 (gathering parchment, ink, and pen)
"Here's to the mice that scare the lions,"9
"He who writes a poem opens a window."10 and is set free!
1 - Friedrich Schiller; Epitaph
2 - Rupert Brooke; The Life Beyond
3 - Wilhelm Busch; Crazy a translation of “Der Narr”
4 - Vachel Lindsay; The Moon Is A Painter
5 - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle; By The North Sea
6 - Paul Muldoon; Tell
7 - Wilfred Owen; Disabled
8 - Brittany Ann; Here I Sit
9 - Vachel Lindsay; Here's To The Mice!.
10 - Mário Quintana; Emergency
and my Word Can poem ( eleven participants !!! )...
Word Can poem: collapse, mix, tradition, compassion, junior, Wednesday, suddenly, colony, weak, druid, admit
Wednesday’s Child Has Far to Go
T’was Wednesday
Knock on wood - a weakness I admit
Born of druidic tradition with perhaps
A færie mix
The necessity came suddenly
From my gobsmacked collapse
I, the junior in our party
When we came upon a colony
Deep in an ancient forest
A moot of Ents who ministered
To my needs in offering compassion
For my relapse
9/21/2023
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor