Can You Dig It?

(A Golden Shovel)

We real cool. – Gwendolyn Brooks



There’s just something about the way we
groove, move and mold our words in real
time; rhythm and rhyme our own cool

-ing hearts. Something ’bout the way we
fight, give the world a one-two punch, left
-right, send our souls off to flight school

with a phrase. The still, small ways we
unearth, rebirth old caged bones lurk
-ing in closets; stay up unreasonably late

stirred by coffee and ink. Some days we
may think it’s not worth it, muse on strike
and shrike-stolen syllables gone straight

when we commanded them crooked. We
scribble anyway, scramble to scribe-sing
the thing that might free us, from sin

and singularity and singed scars. We
fill jars with fireflies and lies and thin
parchment promises, a place to be-gin

to be something more, stored. Then we
loose it all to our own salt sea, the jazz
jamboree of a falling moon. We jejune

our way through, stay new, known. We
cross our sword-pens and hope to die
and then we reach the end, too soon.


Prompted by Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge, day 19.
You can read Gwendolyn Brooks’ full poem here.

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5 Responses to Can You Dig It?

  1. blogoratti says:

    Alas, the end comes faster than we anticipate. Good stuff, thanks for sharing!

  2. Exactly what I thought of with this prompt…Gwendolyn Brooks’ poem…not the genius idea to do a golden shovel. You’ve struck gold.

  3. i don’t think i have the right words. WOW!

  4. Pingback: dVerse Meeting the Bar: the Golden Shovel Form | dVerse

  5. PSC says:

    Wow! You have mastered this form, madam — this is another beauty!

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