Today’s NaPoWriMo Prompt: Write a “book spine” poem. This involves taking a look at your bookshelves, gathering a list of titles and using the titles to create a poem that is seeded throughout with your own lines, interjections, and thoughts. (Did I take the fun out of it by putting all the book titles in italics?)
Spinal Tap
The artist in his studio may anguish behind bars
while right outside his window are nights of rain and stars.
No kindness goes unpunished, my friend’s mother would say
in infinite jest––she knew that our hearts were young and gay.
She’s all blue shoes and happiness and feasts on cakes and ale.
He looks through a glass darkly as he nibbles on his kale.
When the sun also rises, he goes west with the night––
never seeing sunlight when it is at its height.
Books, paintings and poetry are the edge of man.
We have not seen the whole of him. In fact, we never can.
It is the face behind the face by which he must be gauged–
that face we never see at all if he keeps it caged.
We have the full cupboard of life, although it is not free;
and this world of the makers (whoever they might be)
is ours to pick and choose from, though we must pay the price
when we add our unique nature to others’ sage advice.
Our lives are jigsaw puzzles that each of us must solve
to form a different picture as our lives slowly evolve.
Reading adventure stories of someone else’s strife
cannot compensate us for an empty life.
Revolution from within cannot be won by reading.
To use The Joy of Cooking also takes some kneading.
Dust on my heart collecting–every year there’s more.
A little life is not enough. I must open the door.
We need new names and faces, some are heard to confess,
so who we are inside of them, no one will ever guess.
The husband’s secret shared only with the woman upstairs,
is someone else’s love story. Nobody really cares.
There is a village in the sun. I keep my real life there;
and someday, someday maybe I’ll join it if I dare.
Book spine AND rhyme? Goodness. That’s not easy to do!
I like this best:
“She’s all blue shoes and happiness and feasts on cakes and ale.
He looks through a glass darkly as he nibbles on his kale.” 🙂
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Ha. You like my modern lingo? “She’s all blue shoes and . . .” I’d tried “She wears” “She has” and neither really worked. Then modern lingo reared its ugly head and I was trapped! What I’ll do for scansion, meter and rhyme!!! Thanks for your comment, whimsygizmo!!! Your name feels great in the mouth while being pronounced!
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Thank you. 🙂
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Soooo much fun…
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Hi Pat! Thanks for reading and boosting my ego!!! ;o)
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I’ve tried doing this before, and it is definitely not as easy as it would seem. Yours is wonderful, incorporating all the titles!
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Thanks, ghost. I think this took me the longest to write of any poem in two years…It felt like it was never going to come together.
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Lovely poem and collection 🙂 Reminds me to dig out my Plath
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Very nice. And no, that didn’t spoil it. We kind of needed to know what those titles were.
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Yep, kale is the winner. 😀 Greetings from underneath the Tuscan sun!
Let me try one quickly with the last seven I purchased:
“I Am an Emotional Creature”! she cried.
He was all “Elegance of the Hedgehog”
but despite “La Bella Lingua” they were “Just Kids”.
“In Defence of Food” they stuck to
“A Natural History of the Senses”,
but still often encountered
“The Omnivore’s Dilemma”:
What’s for dinner?
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