{a Golden Shovel poem}
The sun has risen once again, and I
am full of spin and the too-tried must
-y scent of syllables with not enough to say.
Today, there’s nothing like the quiet I’m
keeping, held here fast by the dangerous damn
-ing dawn of the torn, the wicked worn, and tired.
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For Mish’s awesome “last lines” prompt at dVerse, a Golden Shovel poem using The Cruel Sea by Nicolas Monsarrat (1951). The book’s last line reads: “I must say I’m damn tired.” I have not read the book; I bought it for its beautiful old turquoise cover, to eventually smudge up with erasure poems.
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“Too tired musty scent of syllables with not enough to say.” This and all of it sounds just like me today. Thank you! I’m not alone!
…dawn of the torn, the wicked worn… love it… and i can understand being tired
Most of us rise less than rested, already numb and fatigued by these three years of puss-covered spin, lies and cons. Democracy is a ship tilting starboard from the trump torpedo hits. This is a very strong two stanzas.
Nice description: “too-tried must
-y scent of syllables”
A turquoise cover sounds so dreamy. The kids have some monogrammed Bibles like that.
too-tried must
-y scent of syllables with not enough to say
but, I wish a certain leader would just keep his mouth shut for one day…
that says a lot…
resonates deeply with our current situation
“too-tried must
-y scent of syllables”
Caught my fancy
Much✏love
I know that feeling. Sometimes I need to turn everything off and just be.
Beautiful covers and potential for erasure poems are good reasons to buy a book, De. I love the title of your golden shovel poem and the lines:
‘…I
am full of spin and the too-tired must
-y scent of syllables with not enough to say.’
Loving the title and most especially these words:
“I
am full of spin and the too-tried must
-y scent of syllables with not enough to say”
Oh my yes….the 24/7 cycle of news and the untruths and alternate facts spewed forth are exhausting. I have never thought of buying a book to use for erasure poems….Next time I am in a used book shop, I shall do just that. Let my eye be caught by the look of the cover rather than the words. hmmmm and is that what we sometimes do when we hear someone speak? Be drawn in by the cover, rather than analyzing the words???? 🙂
That title speaks to me…and I’m sure you’ll make erasure magic with those musty-scented words!
Every syllable of this is sweet but I especially love ….”Today, there’s nothing like the quiet I’m
keeping”.
kaykuala
The 2nd stanza aptly describes many of our poetic minds that keep wandering but yet connecting whenever needed.
Hank
Making artful words out of quiet feeling – well done!
Oh I love golden shovel poems and you use of hyphens here really works well , adding to the sense of exhaustion inherent in maintaining a scrap of serenity in an almost overwhelming world of dissonance.
I love the way you’ve worked the line and word-breaks – makes for a very intriguing poem. I’m damn tired, too. LOL.