Okay, I decided to hang with the Golden Shovel Poems longer. I can’t help myself. It’s not my fault there are so many great poets in the world. I’ve used William Blake and Robert Frost for inspiration. It’s time for me to take advantage of one of the women poetresses. When I read Jo Jo Moyes’ The Giver of Stars, I was reminded of Amy Lowell. I read her work in the past and decided to explore her poetry for a while. Therefore, this new poem will be titled Lightning Bug .
Terrance Hayes invented the Golden Shovel style of poetry. This form of found poetry allows the writer to take a favorite poem and use it to make something original. I experimented with found poetry last year when I wrote Blank Verse poems. Now, I am having fun writing Golden Shovel Poetry.
The rules for writing a Golden Shovel Poem and Lightning Bug
While researching this style of poetry created by Terrance Hayes, there seem to be four simple rules. You can use as many lines of the poem as you want, and the poem will end with you being your creation. I find this idea interesting. Written below are the three simple rules.
2)Use each word in the line or lines as the end word in your poem. Make sure they stay in order.
3) Construct an entire poem around them. The meaning doesn’t have to be the same.
4) Give the original poet credit who wrote the line or lines you used.
Here are a few quick facts about Amy Lowell. She was the leading poet in the Imaginist School. This woman never attended college and considered herself a social outcast when she was young. She was an avid reader and book collector. Also, she publicly smoked cigars, which was outrageous for a woman then. Pieces of the poem The Blue Scarf by Amy Lowell will appear at the end of each line of this poem. I will title Lightning Bug.
Lightning Bug Summertime and a Tiny bug trapped in a jar Watching the image of A spot once green Turned to a bright jade Lights up and throws A flash from the tip of its Tail illuminating the shadow To attract the better half Blinking over and over Until the night becomes the Daylight and shines on the floor And the lightning bug falls into a Endless sleep where a big-bellied Ugly cricket sings and a croaking frog Dances and hops A jig to get him through The day light hours, and the Bee that flies in sunlight Buzzing about her work and the Greenest Praying Mantis and The Wasp that shutters and plops The grasshopper hidden in The weeds and the Granddaddy long leg gold-bubbled Web spun above the water The creatures nobody thinks of Keepers of the day while a Lightning bug remains trapped in a basin
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Therefore, I plan to keep a journal in 2023 to document my progress. I will call this post Entry 277: Search for Stories.
I was reminded of Amy Lowell. I read her work in the past and decided to explore her poetry for a while. Therefore, this new poem will be titled Early Autumn.
Therefore, I plan to keep a journal in 2023 to document my progress. I will call this post Entry 276: A Return to the Short Story.