Golden Shovel, after Charles Simic “Watermelons”

A golden shovel takes an existing short poem, and uses every word as the end of each line for a new poem

Watermelons, by Charles Simic

Green Buddha
On the fruit stand.
We eat the smile
And spit out the teeth.

Golden Shovel, after Charles Simic “Watermelons”
I lazed on the lawn, summer green
Calm and peaceful, an urban Buddha
Eyes closed, nothing on
My mind, just enjoying the
Moment, this day, this sun, the fruit
Of nature. Feeling its rays, I stand,
Arise without thinking, realising we
Are one; nature, earth, people; we eat
Of the soil and feed the
Soil; reaping what we sow, every smile
Breeding a dozen more, joy spreading and
Growing, an infection of hope that spits
On salty pavements, letting out
The poison of doubt, and the
Self-constraints of “can’t”, through newly-revealed teeth.

Al at the Maze4 - May-18

Alistair Lane performing at The Maze…

The Stone

At the bottom of the stream
Is where I’ve found my place
Nestled among sisters
As we sit and wait

Time has smoothed my edges;
Left me with its scars
Spending days in longing
Dreaming of the stars

And though we look alike,
I am beautiful, unique.
Take a closer look,
Am I the one you seek?

Until I find my home,
Hear my daily song
As fresh water trickles over me,
And the river sings along.

 

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Picture credit: flickr.com/photos/loonatic/9261337314

Slug Poems

You were promised slug poems, and slug poems is what you’ve got! Two of them!

Slug Poem #1
A tired snail
Slimes for home across the lawn.
“I’m feeling slugg-ish

Slug poem #2
On a slow news day
In the ‘hood beneath the leaves

All is peaceful, still.
In this slimy den of thieves.

BANG! A shot rings out
Resounding through the ghetto

(It’s a salt rifle…
Deadly as a stiletto)

Mums weep slug tears
A young life stopped in its tracks

… Slug Life

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