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 The Outcome.
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 The Outcome
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 The Outcome.
The Outcome Nobody noticed when she sunk Lost and forgotten stuck in The dark mud of gossip and the Tar-like mire of pitch-black Lies that were told and The a false shimmering white Illusion of truth like marbel To stand against the sinking sun and the Glow shining in the West Strong against the shifting wind Of the changes that never truly has Sheltered as much as if lifted Hope and expectations like a blue, boisterous, floating scarf Trapped in a breeze that landed on Invisible air silently coasts and the Delusion of happiness and a seat At the table and the goal so close That she came to rest beside The stream and looked at me With questioning eyes and the Question she asked was so blue I couldn’t start to create a picture of The harsh reality of it The ins and outs of a Time of life turned violent Even knowing we were all in a outrage About the final outcome of A Story told with so much colour
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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.