Sharing The Crayolas (5/30)

Day 5's prompt over at NaPoWriMo was to write a golden shovel poem. The form consists of taking a poem and using each word in it as an ending word for the poem you create. I chose Lucille Clifton's poem My Grandfather's Lullaby for this prompt (The bold words represent the words from Clifton's piece)



The scent of her hair was so pretty
like big explosions of violet chasing little
children through a field of nappy
poppies; I dreamt she had my baby
giving birth to a million cradle rockin'
moments with her smile; in
the sun, we gazed at that
cloud shaped chiavari chair,
possibilities of his, hers and theys
floating by for hours; a
lone robin serenaded our future world
singing our destiny off key; outside
my comfort zone, we danced in the
reflection of light stamped window
glass shimmering and
sparkling like somebody
dipped us in
diamond dust and chiffon; it
was perfect like when pain hates
wellness for you.


We let
day slip into night, me
stealing stars for her to hold
she butterfly kissing my heart; you
could see our glow for miles and baby
it was bright, reverent and
now; our breathing, whispered love
cooing the midnight blue air; you
should have seen it; all
the gods turning turquoise as I
revised the scripture of amore; can
it be this simple? better
to try and find out than to
never feel sunlight in my veins or hear
her voice in everything I do; it
extracting warmth from
the coldness of just existing; papa
said the true one will be better than
thousands of false positives; learn
how to color life with her, it
will save you from being all
alone.




© 2014 abruvanamedsly


Crayloas

4 comments:

  1. Oh this is absolutely stunning...such beautiful images..all the gods turning turquoise (delightful) This has given me a huge smile.

    it will save you " for " or " from" being all alone...?

    One of your so far I think. Dverse has an open link night at the end of every month..You must submit this one.

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    1. Thank you (^_^)...for the comment and pointing out the mix-up...I was so tired when I posted this that I didn't give it the full once over...appreciate your keen eye. See you at Dverse!

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  2. I love this.....you have a way of using words that makes my breath catch...I find it absolutely divine....

    The scent of her hair was so pretty
    like big explosions of violet chasing little
    children through a field of nappy

    We let
    day slip into night, me
    stealing stars for her to hold
    she butterfly kissing my heart; you
    could see our glow for miles and baby
    it was bright, reverent and
    now; our breathing, whispered love
    cooing the midnight blue air; you
    should have seen it; all
    the gods turning turquoise as I
    revised the scripture of amore

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