OK here is something that popped into my head,
It is kind of evil. Select your favourite poem that you wrote (i know impossible challenge already)
post it on this thread and the next person who replies to this thread has to re write you poem
still keeping the same tone and subject matter. It does not have to be in the same style.
I DON'T want to see the swapping around of lines. Oh no, it has to be written in your words.
You can post the results in Open with the poet's original poem and your take on it. If it helps talk to the poet about what they were trying to achieve with their poem.
Not as easy as it seems, and I am going to attempt this even if my muse is on strike.
Ok here is one of my favourite's
so I will rewrite the next poem that is on the thread and they can re write this. Good luck to you.
Here I sit and often stand,
following that day
I was spewed from the mother carriage.
Well I popped out screaming
"take me back I demand!"
but they just cut the anchor
and let me float out along the tracks
resting there in a jam,
to wait out the delay
that elongated jump from womb to tomb.
Now I wonder should I take time
to dance out in the mortal coil,
to consume and feed the evanescent flames
and in the lingering dusk
plant my fake creation for end conquest?
Sure my friend, it isn't all storms
some rainbows have fallen upon my path.
I got the Heavens for repose,
hunger starves in earthen murmurs
as I gaze on the jewel of woman.
I lament for moths,
as I do for the people falling
idly into the path of destructive trains
and evaporating in the pits,
that is why I stay behind the yellow line,
never daring to venture off the platform.
From this vantage events unfold
as a tapestry of sun,
everything is all up in the air
where my feet would chose to walk.
No destination or key frame
in hand, inspecting with dried eyes
and shut mouth: this cavity makes
a fine nest, it swallows me whole,
dragging me deeper,
it does seem that even in static
there is motion. For though
I dare not advance
I can not hold fort in one place.
Something drags me deeper within,
down my rabbit hole
I think I have missed my connection….
"Here I am in prison,here I am with a ball and chain There is whiskey in the jar-o" Traditional irish song.