I Wrote a Poem
This weekend I attended a Jane Club online writing retreat, and it was AMAZING. People wrote some truly gorgeous pieces, and I learned so much from the amazing guest writer Liz Femi.
The most fantastic thing I learned this weekend was the golden shovel poetic form created by Terrance Hayes and inspired by Gwendolyn Brooks.
We were instructed to take each of the words from this poem by Gwendolyn Brooks, and make them the last word in each line of the poem. It’s a challenge, but was a wonderful exercise in structure and form.
Here is the original poem :
The Pool Players.
Seven at the Golden Shovel.
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
Here is my poem :
There was no he, she, they, me, only We
The smell of the lilacs was real
The breeze off the pine needles was spring Cool
Hearing the words leave her lips when she said We
Was all I could remember after she Left
The notes she passed over shoulders in school
“I like you, I think we should go together”…there it was. The first We
I would never again have to Lurk
Waiting at the party for her to arrive, always Late
“I’m so happy to see you, we should go outside.” We
I never saw him, was completely destroyed by his Strike
He made it all dirty, he ruined the innocence, he set her Straight
In the blink of an eye there was no more We
Duets became solos, and alone in my car I’d Sing
The notes feeling empty, the words dripping over me like Sin
I didn’t want to just be me, I craved the wholeness of the We
She’d glance at me across the room, her dress gauzy Thin
Me, imagining the taste of her lips as she sipped her juice and Gin
If I squeezed my eyes tightly, keeping the tears locked in, I could remember We
The way our fingers wove together like the sweet hum of Jazz
Sunshine on our faces, lying in the flowing grasses of June
In this place there will only be We
And if this is where it ends, where together we Die
I wouldn’t even mind if it was Soon