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  • October 9th, 2009 | 12:02 AM
Poetry Friday - Original Poem


 
For this week's poetry stretch Tricia suggested an October poem. I think the one I left with her was slighty unfinished so I've been dinking with it some more. And still, I don't know that it is done (is any poem ever truly finished?)  but I am sharing it anyway because I really want to encourage more people to give these stretches and some of the other fun things going on in the poetry universe a try. You can read many other terrific October poems inspired by the stretch on Tricia's blog. Check in at The Miss Rumphius Effect every Monday for a new poetry stretch. Another piece of poetic fun is poems of 15 words or less which is every Thursday with Laura Salas. Laura posts a picture to get things started. I'm playing around with some ideas for a weekly poetic exercise of mine own. If you know of others that happen on a weekly basis, please leave a note of them in the comments.


October
holds the secret to spring
seeds tucked in soil blankets
buried beneath broken leaves
cradled by earthworms
rest in the
dark
damp
dirt
waiting for warmth
to tease them awake

© 2009 Susan Taylor Brown, all rights reserved


The round-up of all of today's Poetry Friday posts can be found at Picture Book of the Day.

There are so many stories only you can tell.Tell them, please.



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susanwrites
October 12th, 2009 08:01 pm (UTC)
Thank you, Laura. I'm really enjoying the push to write more poetry with Tricia's stretches and your prompts.
sealy38
October 9th, 2009 04:22 pm (UTC)
October is a perfect topic for a poetry stretch. That sudden shift of light and the sense of coming into balance with solistice. Loved the poem btw
susanwrites
October 12th, 2009 08:01 pm (UTC)
Thank you, Lee.
(Anonymous)
October 9th, 2009 04:54 pm (UTC)
Lovely, Susan! ~Lorie Ann Grover
(Anonymous)
October 9th, 2009 11:48 pm (UTC)
I agree with the other comments. A beautifully written poem. : )

It was hard to choose just a few lines as my favorites, but I really do love these:

seeds tucked in soil blankets
buried beneath broken leaves

You are amazing!
Linda K.
susanwrites
October 12th, 2009 08:47 pm (UTC)
Linda, thank you. You are so good for my ego. ;)
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mlyearofreading
October 10th, 2009 10:54 am (UTC)
Like Laura said, you captured the beauty of "...holding the ending in the beginning." (and you are the second person who has expressed that the minute you posted your poem at Tricia's, you wanted to revise it!)
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