The elementary school and playground which captivated my attention as a child was torn down many years ago. A bench surrounded by flowers is all that remains.
That and a thousand memories …
I kissed Amy Mayberry on the monkey bars. I pulled out a G.I. Joe action figure from my jeans pocket to fight battles with Jeff Vrabel among the exposed curling roots of an old tree. On the merry-go-round, I practiced my spelling words with Chuck Kirkpatrick.
Poetry brings us back to the big slide again so we can play in a green field of memory.
Tweetspeak Poetry’s May Play
We’ve decided to play together at Tweetspeak Poetry this month. We call it May Play. This week we wrote found poems using words taken from “Coated” by L.L. Barkat. Whenever we had a few minutes, we sat down on a bench and uncovered a poem. We played on Facebook, Twitter and personal blogs.
All this talk of May Play even got my wife writing poems again.
Toby McCrae wrote,
short sharp shock
the needle drops
shiny black vinyl
tar covers hairline cracks
don’t stop don’t stop
nancy davis rosback wrote,
the magnolia is antique
or is it ancient
like crossing your fingers
it doesn’t matter
in this place
where the needle
is lost in the haystack
and the secrets
are buried beneath the skin
leaving hands hungry
to touch the truth
in the growing storm
We even had new visitors join us. Lorraine closed her eyes to find a beautiful truth.
resting my cheek upon your velvet skin…
drawing your aroma in
I close my eyes
to the hidden place,
and wonder who
will nurture you?
as crimson dusk turns dark then into dawn,
I waken to
the morning dew…
still holding you!
Lisa Miller felt a moment of inspiration in the holes in her jeans.
Fingers go where eyes have gone
Touching, nudging threads.
Stretching threads convey the cover
Rued within our heads.
We were tweeting the poems with the #mayplay hashtag, too.
@pathoftreasure: He is scarlet/ A coat of crimson/ Covering me/ Covering you/ Tying us together/As one/ No longer hanging/No longer alone
@monicasharman: Lost as a button, my inner/ compass needle points to the secret/ way home/ but I don’t buy it.
@DianaFrancis2: A secret lingers Sunday/ runs her hands around the afternoon tongue-/ hugging the evening/ She bites Monday’s neck/ truth revealed
@meganwillome: The red / was her favorite. / ”Ama red,” my kids call it. / I’m so glad / I bought the red camera / Almost didn’t buy it.
Creative word play is good for the soul. For the month of May, grab a word (or more) from our Monday poems and stretch it out into your own poem.
Here’s how it works …
If you haven’t already, please consider subscribing to Every Day Poems.
1. On Mondays, the Every Day Poem in your inbox becomes Play-Doh. Pinch off a word. Or more. Mix in your words and colors. Until yours.
2. Tweet your poems to us. Add a #mayplay hashtag so we can find it and maybe share it with the world.
3. Or leave your found poem here in the comment box for each week’s May Play post.
We’ll read your tweets and share some of your weekly play each week. At the end of the month, we’ll choose a winning poem and ask the playful poet to record his or her poem to be featured in one of our upcoming Top 10 Poetic Picks.
Here’s today’s Every Day Poem. Now go play.
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