When the word Poetry came from my teachers mouth in high-school, I ZONED OUT.Teacher forced me to memorize Double, Double, Toil and Trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble...etc etc.... I was livid and terrified to stand and recite it. And truth told, that line is the only thing I remember.
Fast Forward 50 some odd years later, and in blog land I find a new friend,Gail at the Farm.
Gail writes poems, she actually loves poetry and the writing there of and joins meme's that force her to write a poem by giving words or a photo as the prompt...
Below is a photo prompt from her post, named Time Lost
Her poem was great and could be read from the bottom or from the top. I have tried to write poems from prompts, it doesn't happen. I wrote this comment of what the photo made me feel.
all those clocks behind the man, made me think
the clock of Time has brought me to this place in time, Waiting on a bench that is like the graveyard the elephants go to and wait to die. or maybe that bench is a nursing home
Here is the poem she emailed me. It means the same thing, but is a poem.
As slow as elephants
That plod to their death
Left alone to die
No one left to walk with him
To his graveyard
With nothing left but time.
Gail has taught me to understand the poems but not to write them.
Click HERE to see some of her poems...