Poetry Thursday prompted us this week to use the last line of a poem as our first line of a new poem. I can’t wait to try it again with other poems.
A Dad’s Memory
As you got up from bended knees
white clover in your hair,
we tightly grasped his tiny hands
counted up to three
then swung him up to meet the sky,
and squealed with him in glee…
it was there we celebrated
one and one is three.
MeeAugraphie
08/21/07
This first line was the last line of Prayers Unheard?, a poem I wrote using a line that leaped into my soul and refused to let go when reading a poem written by Chris Sapp, Pillows. I used his line (with his permission) as both my first line and again in the last stanza in that poem.
I started a path I wish to follow. Where will “one and one is three” lead me?
Update: I continued the tumble of lines in future poems. I post them as I write them, but also have them all in chronological order as Poetry Tumble, a tab at the top of the page. Some find it interesting to see the progression as in future poems, the last line rolls over to become the first line of the next poem.
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7 Comments
One and one is three
What a great line Marcia.
Loved the visual of the swinging hands and the sky.
Brian, that is my favorite line of all time… I have thought it, said it, and written it in more than one poem attempt. So happy you like it!
(((Marcia)))
Can I swing too? Such an innocent and beautiful image you’ve created.
Rose
xo
Rose, you can swing, too. We all need to be in that innocent moment sometimes, I’m glad you found it a beautiful image, thank you!
You always make me think. Your short poem says so much.
I love that I make you think, because you always make me think as well, Gautami, thank you.
You created a beautiful moment with these lines. You rock!
Wow, I rock, hmmm, if only I really did often…. thanks, Tammy!
very clever,, and full of visceral type action…i loved it..
Thank you, Paisley.
A great response to the challenge - it will be interesting to see where this takes you! This poem evokes such warmth and love!
Thank you, Susan. I, also, can’t wait to see where it takes me… it is so tempting to just sit down and write them non-stop..
It’s a poignant piece. The imagery is wonderful — I can almost feel the wind in my face, as if I was the child on the swing Quite lovely.
Thank you, Liz.