My daughter loved the book of poetry Where the Sidewalk Ends. She took it to bed. Nestled in those pages was the line “If you are a dreamer, come in.” by Shel Silverstein.
I remember the dreams I had for me and I remember the dreams I had for you. Not just ordinary ones like getting a good grade in school or going to a fine university, living in a two story house or taking a trip to Greenland. Not the dream to be a poet or magician or architect. My dreams concerned paradigms, broader in scope than world peacekeeping or disarmament. I dreamt contentment for us all, lack of greed and pride, love of the human race, coming in together.
dVerse prosey prompt on Shel Silverstein quote from his poem Invitation.
NaPoWriMo Day 5 prompt to take a poem and use the structure of that poem to make a new poem. I always thought e.e. cummings as being structureless; however, this poem I chose was tightly structured. I learned a lot from this exercise.
“The clear vowels rise like balloons.” Sylvia Plath
Deeper are the diphthongs
Neither the o or the u can rise
In their own sound
dVerse prompt taking the end of a poem (in this case Plath’s last line of her poem Morning Song) and using it to make a beginning. My mind went to diphthongs and how the vowels no longer make their own sound. Sylvia Plath was such a great writer but so bound. This poem makes me want to cry.