It made it back! For anyone following the story of our Poetry Tag Poem you know that it was not an easy journey for this creation to come to life and find its way back home.
But with the help of poets all throughout the blogosphere, this collabortive work of poetry was born. Some poets even put in double or triple the effort asked for and added more than one line to this work, helping to shepard it home to us.
When I posted this, I did not know if it would work, but I am thrilled that it did.
Much thanks to:
Line 1: Sara from Poets Who Blog
Line 2: Sara from The Shores of My Dreams
Line 3: RomanceWriter from Aspiring Romance Writer
Line 4: KM Ryan from A (De)finite Problem with In(de)finite Solutions
Line 5: Fox from Chasing Shadows Again
Line 6: Jeremy Thomas from The Ravyn's Nest
Line 7: Daydreamer from Reality bytes
Lines 8-9: Christine, Mariacristina Maria Christina
Line 10: Jeremy Thomas from The Ravyn's Nest
Lines 11-12: KM Ryan from A (De)finite Problem with In(de)finite Solutions
Line 13: Sara,my writing group blog,Fallen Words
Line 14: Derek from Eats Bugs
Line 15: KM Ryan from A (De)finite Problem with In(de)finite Solutions
Line 16: RomanceWriter from Aspiring Romance Writer
Line 17: Derek from Eats Bugs
Line 18: Tom from - Fallen Verses
Line 19: KM Ryan from A (De)finite Problem with In(de)finite Solutions
And now behold, Poets Who Blog Poetic Tag Poem Number One-
The sound shook his bones-
like a cymbal
crashing fast against his soul.
A soul detached from mind and body,
shivering in the dark
and fearing the coming light.
He fled to a dingy back alley
and waited. A wind rushed
to meet him at the end
with that terrible sound wound through it.
And all he could do was wonder if he remembered to lock his front door,
or if his memories would be taken away with his sanity?
He crouched down, curling into his grief,
and all he could do was fight for water memories and gas-lit stoves still on
and a cardboard castle, while an insensitive queen
did battle for the pawn of man, within his fragile mind.
Shiver-shake went the light, coming from the mind and body. Memories wet.
Like quicksand, the struggle pulls him tighter to the light,
and, tired of the fight, he let it pull him into the downward spiral.
Poetry Tag Poem
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5 comments:
What a great idea! I love collaborative poems. I'll have to try this or look out for is so I can play. Count me in on poetry games.
I especially like this stanza:
He crouched down, curling into his grief,
and all he could do was fight for water memories and gas-lit stoves still on
and a cardboard castle, while an insensitive queen
did battle for the pawn of man, within his fragile mind.
Thanks for stopping by my blog BTW.
Thanks for stopping by, Danika.
If you want to exchange links with us, let me know at IlovetowriteSMP@yahoo.com
Hope you have a great day.
Bravo! A poem well done. Kudos, and a cartwheel!
I am definitely going to try this with my poetry writing students! Excellent result! ~Linda
Wow, impressive! Kudos to everyone who contributed to that.
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