A Golden Shovel and a Georgic Earth Day Poem

Published April 22, 2017 by kdorholt

I wrote two poems today because the directions for the georgic weren’t posted when I first checked. Since today is Earth Day, I wrote the popular a recycled poem known as a Golden Shovel. The directions are to take a line from a poem and poet you admire and make those words the last words in each line of your poem. I chose Lucille Clifton’s “Blessing the Boats” which may be familiar to some of you.  The second poem I wrote is a georgic poem which instructs how to grow or tend to something–usually in nature.The lotus picture is appropriate for both my poems.

Golden Shovel Poem on Earth Day
(With special thanks to poet Lucille Clifton)

A baby can be born in May
as much like you as you
a kindred soul to open
true gifts of joy that your
heart hides from your eyes
and you will remember how to
love as the lotus does the water.

 

An Earth Day Georgic

 

Tend to your soul
as the water
does the lily–
let it ride on
ripples safely in
your embrace,
rhythmically
keeping time to
its true nature.

Definition: Prima Donna

Published April 21, 2017 by kdorholt

“Prima Donna”
look it up–
second definiton–
it’s not good.
Just one of
a tally of
taunts to put
a woman (or
your girl) in
her proper place:
a diva but not
in the divine sense . . .
rather a name
(perhaps)
on the guest list
at Mar-a-lago.
Vain, temperamental,
prone to tantrums,
arrogant, undisciplined,
conceited queen bee,
spoiled beyond,
NOT a team player.
The synonyms
are something!
(Urban Dictionary:
“Just plain bitchy!”)
A handy word
for a real man
to have on hand
to punctuate his
patriarchal power
with a proper punch.
No one will notice
the wound, but
it will leave
a scar!

Not Child’s Play

Published April 20, 2017 by kdorholt

I’m really not a games person, but when I read the prompt for today to write a poem using terminology from a game, I immediately thought of the one game that was a life changer for me.

Not Child’s Play

Once upon a
gray late-November
recess time, a schoolgirl–
the player in Square B–
waits, anticipates,
watches the server
with her cougar eyes
for the ball’s one bounce
and tinny, piercing ping
punctuated on patched
blacktop in the service box.

That contact causes
what the girl calls
“a little gunshot” ricocheting
questions in her chest–
Where will the ball land . . .
first, . . . second . . . third . . .
on the line . . .
out of bounds?
No matter! She tastes
that sweetness she
recognizes as ready!

But just as quickly
as an unforeseen out
the game is gone;
replaced by rough reality–
“President Kennedy
has been shot!”
she hears quaking
across the playground like
wind blasts of heavy snow
in a mid-winter blizzard.

Recess is over–
but that playground
will be seared
in the school girl’s
memory even when
she’s, old and she
will feel“ a little gunshot”
whenever she hears
a ball-hit-blacktop ping.

The Myth of Mary Magdalene

Published April 20, 2017 by kdorholt

Too long, the church men
have labeled, libeled
your name with
ill repute for easy effect
from misplaced envy
or misogynistic bent

Every sinister whisper
of the alliteration
creates cringe
or salacious sneer.
Verily, the anti-virgin
revolting and revealing

embarrassing, cautionary
tale to all womankind–
our sex-selected saint–
a repeated reminder
of how far we fall
and belittled we be

Unjustly blamed though
conceivably named
by pontiff first–
thereafter, by all–
the symbol of
the deadly sins

But the Bible gospels
find you faithful
to His end, last to
leave His cross,
first blessed by
His resurrected form

That is written–
yet you are
known by slander.
Much easier
to believe the bad
than celebrate the good.

Easter Nocturne

Published April 17, 2017 by kdorholt

It’s a Peter Pan
moon and clouds tonight,
the breeze a sweet-tempered sigh.
The soft sound of fairies’ wings
flutters faintly from
birch tree leaves above,
inviting thanksgiving,
comfort and wonder.

I accept the mellow mood
it makes in me
as song to my  soul–
the music of slumbering moments
replacing the vigorous living
of this most hopeful holiday–
and let memories linger
awhile with the moon
and  breeze and fairies’ wings.

We compose a prayer
of gratitude for this day’s gifts
and a benediction for tomorrow.

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