Welcome to this week’s poetry club tea date!
Get your favorite steep (or brew) and join us in writing a quick poem based on the following line, submitted by Every Day Poems reader Pauline Beck. The line is from the recent poem delivery Braiding His Hair by Alison Luterman.
It must have happened while we slept,
as most things do
Your Pour
Take a moment to write a poem based on the shared line. Then add to the comment box (with a touch of cream and sugar) so other club members can enjoy.
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Monica Sharman says
A boy in a dream
with his waiting father.
One hand clasped in two,
proving strength
can be tender.
A woman in a white blouse
laughing with friends
and telling her daughter,
“I have joy now.”
Hands on a face, fingers
by the temples.
A leaning into arms.
These happened while we slept
as the best things do.
Joyson C. J says
It must have happened while we slept
As most things do
In children’ s lives too
Many a time the memory did I shoo
But it stuck like glue
Pa called while savouring his stew
Ma heard not for she was out of view
Pa called her anew
But she had much to sew
Boiling over, he left bidding her adieu
Ma sat unperturbed for she knew
Her man’s face would brighten like dew
At the sight of a brownie in myriad hue
This story for the breakfast topping she had kept
L.L. Barkat says
Joyson, I like the rhyme plays here. And I like the turn at “sew,” which introduces a different rhyme with the same visual, so it momentarily captures our attention in a new way at the moment of introducing the poem’s shift. Nice. 🙂
Joyson C. J says
L. L. Barkat, I thank you for your words of appreciation. It is inspiring and encouraging me to write better.
L.L. Barkat says
We’re happy to have you with us, Joyson. Keep writing! 🙂
Jenna Brack says
When did your grunting
become round-lipped
cooing become consonant
babbling? When did words enough
to demand breakfast become
entire meal times filled with stories?
It must have happened
while we slept, although I cannot
remember any sleeping,
only the noises to which I
always woke, the daily
asking and answering,
the sound of you
becoming
Joyson C. J says
Jenna, I felt your poem as an attempt to make sense of relationships amidst the humdrum of modern existence.
It’s good.
Pauline Beck says
It must have happened as we slept
as most things do.
Winter waltzed in while the lights
were out and danced away
all our springs and summers.
It must have happened while I dreamed
of dancing forever here
in a dimly lit living room
with you alive and, well,
quite the dancer and lover.
It must have happened while we slept
that someone cut in,
cut out our springs and summers,
cut short our winter dance
and waltzed you off alone.
I awoke and threw my dancing
shoes away.
Joyson C. J says
Pauline, I loved your poem. It has taken off beautifully from the cue. I like the ending too with that surprising turn