Okay, let's see whether I got this one right: Take some writing, a paragraph,
say, and re-write it as a new poem, using the words in any order and erasing
or adding new words ad lib. Hmm...isn't that how I write a poem anyway,
sifting, blending and kneading thoughts that occur to me?! I recorded
these first-thoughts in my journal this morning, describing what I observed
from my study window:
"This morning - the bold whistle and boastful twittering of a cardinal.
The sunlight falling on my desk."
The poem:
My Desk Calls
by Shirley Smith Franklin
My desk, awash in sunlight,
computer silent, fingers still,
itching for a dance on the keys,
all conspire to turn my head
toward the window this fine morning.
Outside, spring makes her first call.
Cardinal whoops or whistles,
utters wild, boastful twittering,
calling sunshine to shine on his mate.
say, and re-write it as a new poem, using the words in any order and erasing
or adding new words ad lib. Hmm...isn't that how I write a poem anyway,
sifting, blending and kneading thoughts that occur to me?! I recorded
these first-thoughts in my journal this morning, describing what I observed
from my study window:
"This morning - the bold whistle and boastful twittering of a cardinal.
The sunlight falling on my desk."
The poem:
My Desk Calls
by Shirley Smith Franklin
My desk, awash in sunlight,
computer silent, fingers still,
itching for a dance on the keys,
all conspire to turn my head
toward the window this fine morning.
Outside, spring makes her first call.
Cardinal whoops or whistles,
utters wild, boastful twittering,
calling sunshine to shine on his mate.
OK, you are getting me hooked. I wrote my first poem and posted at OICDB. I tried to bribe the kids to join me but all I could succeed at was getting Anna to write (from memory) a poem that she knew. Well...that's something! I'll see if I can catch up with you today or tomorrow.
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