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LOOKING
Every Sunday, sitting
on a small wooden chair
memorizing verses from a Bible with my name
stamped in golden letters on the cover,
singing “Jesus loves me, this I know,”
I found a box but didn’t fit inside.
Then in college,
books and beer and Buddha,
that expanded religion of poetry
and midnight discussions in
the game room. Rumi, Roethke,
Donne and Philosophy 101.
Time after time,
I found a box but didn’t fit inside.
Moving once more into a wider
world with no hard chairs. Just
a backpack and the classroom of an open road,
putting things learned into practice,
that religion of experience, heady,
I found again, box after box, but didn’t fit inside.
For dVerse Poets this week, we were asked to compose ‘Bop’ poems.
The ‘Bop’ poetic form has 23 total lines in three stanzas ordered thus, with the same one line refrain following each of the three stanzas:
- a six-line stanza – that poses a problem;
- an eight-line stanza – that expands upon that problem;
- a six-line stanza – that solves, or fails to solve, the problem
For this prompt, we are to include the following line as the refrain after each of the three stanzas: I found a box and put a room inside
OR:
I found a box… [add your own words to complete the line]
Prompt guidelines:
No mandatory rhyme or meter;
Experiment with enjambment;
Use minimalistic grammar
I have never been able to fit myself in any box myself either… but I have probably built my own box from time to time.
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Excellent Judy
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Me, too, actually. The truth is that I tried to fit for a time but then ended up breaking out of the box.
Thanks, Rugby…
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Loved how you’ve moved through different phases of life and didn’t conform. Lovely poem
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Thanks, Sadje. Each stage added something but at each stage I had to move on.
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That shows your independence of spirit
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It was somehow built into me more than anyone else in my family. Most of them ended up traveling abroad more or less because of me, at least initially.
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The trailblazer in true sense. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
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It’s a great poem. Loved it.😊
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Thanks, Aletta..
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Really enjoyed this one.
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Many thanks for your comment. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Neatly done
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thinking outside the box Judy – into a much larger one
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Exactly..
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Your Bop resonates with me, Judy – I never fitted into any kind of box, although I did enjoy school and university, but mainly the books and reading. I think I’ve found a box of sorts now I’m older and more contented.
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The top photo is magic and I really liked the poem.
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You’re a poet. We don’t do boxes.
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That’s right!!! That could be our battle cry.
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💪
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Very well crafted and so poignant.
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Such pertinent stages of fact and mystery well expressed Judy. Excellent writing my friend… ✌🏼🫶🏼
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Thanks, Rob. These formulas that impose boundaries of length do us a favor––both writer and reader!
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Judy, you put the form and the refrain to good use. I have an intrinsic allergy to boxes for the most part.
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Well, they have their advantages so long as it isn’t you they want to stuff inside!
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🙂
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