Happy Poetry Friday! Welcome, everyone! (Wondering what Poetry Friday is? Click here.)
I’m writing this post while waiting for kids to arrive for today’s Young Authors Conference, so this will be short and sweet :>)
This month, the Poetry Sisters wrote golden shovel poems, choosing a strike line from Elizabeth Bishop’s poem, “Letter to N.Y.” I tried three different strike lines. Here’s draft 2 of the one I was somewhat happy with.
We didn’t write together this month because of the holiday weekend, so I’m looking forward to seeing what everyone’s done. I’ll add links as I have them.
Liz
Sara
Tanita
Tricia
Mary Lee
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Our Poetry Friday host is the awesome Karen Edmisten, so check out the Roundup!
10 Responses
I love the feeling of vastness in your poem, Laura! I hope you meet lots of wonderful young authors at your conference.
I’m really taken by “beauty owns us,” which can mean a lot of different things. Lovely! xo
You’ve captured the feeling of being under the dome of the universe, that black cave dotted with stars, both scary and beautiful.
…🤯 I always think I have to use a strike line that is…big. But you somehow encompass the universe in a small line of a few words. Which is amazing! I am so here for the idea that “beauty owns us.”
Big and full of beauty and wonder… You packed sparkle and so much more in this small space, thanks for transporting us Laura!
I tried to write a poem about bats to this line and it fell flat on every attempt. You, however, have masterfully used this line. Bravo!
This is just a tiny captured expression of the vast beauty and loneliness of the universe, Laura! WOW — how did you do it?????
I love the lines “Hand in hand we’re standing, yet we are each alone.” Such vastness in the universe. Thank you, Laura, for sharing this beauty.
Beauty owns me; I live rent-free in her head, the only kind of cave I could stand, knowing that your hearts glitter as soundless stars all around me, the brilliant dark.
Laura, your poem offers so much even though it is short. Your words bring me to several thoughts: a lone heart in a world so unknowable and big. Having NYC as the background would offer a sense of aloneness in a fast moving place. The blackness against the glitter offers another thought about NYC. This summer the family is traveling to the Long Island shore to honor my husband’s wishes. We are taking the little grands to NYC for the first time. I can’t imagine how they will react. I shall remember your poem as I wander remembering our many trips into the city when my own children were small.