Today’s Promptfor the NaPoWriMo had me stumped for quite sometime.
“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! (In fact, you can do so twice, because Hayes, being ultra-ambitious, wrote a two-part golden shovel, repeating Brooks’ poem). Now, the golden shovel is a tricky form, but you can help keep it manageable by picking a short poem to shovel-ize. And there’s no need to double-up the poem you pick, like Hayes did. Here are a few possibilities to work from:
On the fruit stand.
We eat the smile
And spit out the teeth.
Their relationship consisted
In discussing if it existed.
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light!
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Ok, so we had to write a poem Using the words of a Another poem as the last word of each line. Stumped for so long, I was thinking of ditching the prompt. But my dear friend Nirmal would not allow me to ditch the prompt. So then I thought this one deserves to be written for those people who never let me give up on anything that I have ever dreamt of.
The poem that I chose is Soul unto itself by Emily Dickinson
Life lost wars, the
badgering of the soul,
Made me lost unto,
every battle itself,
The truth is,
You came to me an
Angel, a saviour, like the Knights Imperial,
And told me you were my friend,
Never let me shed a tear or,
Pain and sadness feel,
Took away all the hurt agonizing,
Stood like a strong wall, an
Impedance to the Enemy,
Try as hard It could,
Away you would send,
And now I am so secure,
The pain won’t win against,
All the love I have gained, its
a fact that You are more than my own,
I know there is nothing, no treason,
that can be committed by you, it
Is true everything you are and , I can
feel no pain shame or fear,
I know the will world be itself,
and not change for the likes of me, its
Me that has to learn to be free and sovereign,
The art that you taught to me, of
knowing hope, strength and life itself,
of reaching in my soul,
Of living life positively, and should,
Tall and proud I stand,
Because you believed in me, and were my friend, in
Us and friendship I believe as the world looks at us in awe.
Listed below are my fellow NaPoWriMo Participants –
http://njsays.wordpress.com/ – Nirmal
http://juztamom.blogspot.in/ – Sfurti
http://janakinagraj.com/ – Janaki
http://andiwrite.com/ – count
http://ponderingtwo.blogspot.in/ – Rohan
http://advkaranshah.blogspot.in/ – Karan