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The Golden Shovel

Hi there! Today’s poem is an interesting one. It’s called a “golden shovel” apparently, which is where you take an already existing poem and you use each word in that poem as a last word for each line in your own new poem. Sound confusing? Just wait, it’ll make sense in a minute.

This is the already-existing poem I used:

First Fig

My candle burns at both ends;

It will not last the night;

But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends–

It gives a lovely light!

Edna St. Vincent Millay

So look at each word in this poem above and then look at the last word in each line of my poem below. See it? It’s the whole of First Fig right there. Pretty cool, but was pretty tricky too.

Enjoy.

Oh, The Light!

by Ruqaiyah Davids

As I began this journey of my heart – and to my

Heart – I felt warmed with happiness as I became swarmed by the light of this candle.

It illuminates my path and my past; the want for more burns.

I stand looking down the way ahead, and looking back, and at

Once, I want to go both

Forward and back. The questioning never ends.

To go forward would be wise, to go back would be dangerous, yet it

Plagues me so, the wonder of what lies there. Will

It ever be enough? I wonder and I wonder, not

Living now but impossible to live then, too. It’s been long since I last

Knew where the road was headed; long since I journeyed on my own. But now the

Enlightened trail is darkened. The sure way is shrouded by night.

There lingers still a faint light. A glimmer. It is dark still but

There is light! Ah,

There is always light. Sometimes only a spark, sometimes only a flicker, but sometimes a fire. My

Path has not yet ended. I will travel on with friends and I will travel on with foes;

Both will help me to my ultimate end. There is purpose to it all. And

There is light. There is still light. Oh,

There is light! It is small, it is shy. It is not yet strong or bold enough to show itself proudly. My

Thoughts linger; they sit for a while and breathe in the smell of old friends.

They take time looking around. Much too familiar, and yet much too strange. It

Is still there – the path. Waiting for me. It gives

A fair chance. But too much longer and the light might dim. Too much longer and a

Wind might change the course. But for now it remains. And how lovely

It is know and to feel the light.

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It’s April!

And you know what that means, right?

Time for me to come out of hiatus! Why? Because it’s National Poetry Writing Month!

Yes, I know it’s pretty despicable that I’ve last updated pretty much a year ago (I don’t really suppose that my one lone post last October counts for much). But… uhm… Okay, I have no acceptable excuses. I’m all out. I’m just really terrible at time management. Like, really terrible. And way too easily distracted. Like, while typing this post right now, do you have any idea how many times I’ve navigated away from this window? To Google something that has just popped into my head that I’ve meant to Google for a while now; to talk to my mom; to reply to an e-mail; to drink some water… I’m terrible.

But anyhoo, here’s a poem that will hopefully make you forget all about that! Yay.

Write it out!
Write it out!

NaPoWriMo Day 1: The Kind of Lives We’re Living

by Ruqaiyah Davids

What kind of lives are we living?

Weren’t we meant for more?

Our innocence and youth has just gone through the door.

Nothing left for us to fight for anymore.

You had big dreams

Of simple things.

Not important any longer, it seems.

I had visions of happiness;

I saw days of what-seemed-like-bliss.

I never thought it would be like this.

We were meant for more,

We were meant to be better.

You were meant for greatness

And happiness.

We are meant to have goodness.

What kind of lives are we living?

Stuck in the past.

It was not meant to be like this.

It was not meant to be like this.

We’ve got to stop wishing.

And missing.

We’ve got to start living.

And giving

From the deepest parts of ourselves.

Stop grieving for a life lost,

One that was never meant for us.

The kind of life we should be living

Is still waiting.

To be honest, I’m not all too fond of this poem. I don’t hate it, I just feel that it needs (quite a bit of) tweaking. I suppose I’ll get back to that some time, but in the quest of writing a poem a day, I wanted to get this up for Day 1. Day 2 will be up shortly. Yes, yes, I know it’s the 2nd of April already! Hush!

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