We portion out love in equal bits little
Weigh powder of affection when winds fly
Spring turns my umbrella inside out and thy
Coat is rain soaked in Summer’s
Sudden storm as we pretend and play
At what we imagine love could be, my
Love, we are not tidy in youth but thoughtless.
A grasping at happiness I hold your hand
We laugh but you pull away, a waning has
Begun as I am pushed and brushed
And Love flees watching you run away.
This is a Golden Shovel poem. It is a form created by Terrance Hayes where you take a line or lines from a favorite poem. You use each word as an end word in a new poem. You must use them in order and give credit to the poet who originally wrote the line(s). The new poem is not required to have the same subject as the original. This poem also fulfills the requirements for NPM21 prompt #4 – Use the words equal, umbrella, tidy, and weight in a poem. This poem utilizes the first stanza of one of my favorite poems – The Fly by William Blake.
I am attempting to expand my horizons and write poetry forms that are either new or challenging for me for National Poetry Month. As an added penance I’m attempting to write love poems or at least poems about love. How often did you “play house”? I remember this game with my sisters, neighborhood friends, and anyone we could rope into the game. We would take on the roles – mother, father, children, the baby, and even pets! Being the mother was the most difficult role by far. The mother had to keep house, tend the baby (who was constantly crying and needing to be fed), keep the children from wandering off, and deal with naughty pets. The easiest role was that of the father. The dad would bid the family farewell and go to work, that is disappear for the rest of the game! In our minds and experience that was the order of things. Of course the inequality of the situation was very apparent even to our young minds. I’m pretty sure that those imaginary games were part of the reason I decided that I wanted a life partner – someone invested in the everyday function of a family. I had a marriage proposal that I turned down because I stated that I wanted a 50-50 partnership for making decisions, raising children, etc. His response was to try to negotiate a 30-70 which he amended to 35-65 and finally 40-60. It wasn’t good enough for me. Though we remained friends I’m very glad I turned him down… Especially when he changed jobs and his 8 month pregnant wife was left to sell the house and move their 2 yr old across country (Ohio to California). I think I’d have been a single mother wanted for murder….