I missed writing for two days. I’d been so dedicated. But I seemed to get lost. I read a book about a woman who fell, bumped her head and forgot 10 years of her life. I could not get it out of my mind and I even felt her confusion, so much that I could not focus on writing anything. I finished the book last night and my mind is clearer. Today I read a post about writing a golden shovel poem. I love the challenge of writing to specific, new guidelines so I’m writing a golden shovel poem.
Here is the link to the SOL where I first discovered this type of writing poetry: Golden Shovel Poetry
I subscribe to A Poem a Day. I used a line from today’s poem, The seder’s order because it is Psalm Sunday, always a special day in my memory of going to church with Grandma.
Here is the line I chose:
The songs string us like beads on the hour.
Read my poem below. I had to put us at the end instead of using it as a subject of the sentence! I just could not break that rule of grammar, even in a poem.
The old rugged cross, amazing grace and I’ll fly away
Songs in my heart
String me straight back to my childhood
Taking all of us
Like we sat
Beads in a row
On the strike of twelve
The preaching stopped
Hour at end