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Welcome to a third annual clunker exchange!
Below are lines from poems I've written over the past year that make me wince. I call them clunkers. They are a bone pile of lines that I might (probably won't) pick up and fix up someday.
In the meantime, I'm giving clunkers away!
In exchange...give me one of your clunkers that I can work with to make into a shiny new poem. Leave one clunker from your drafts in the comment section below. Take any one clunker (or more--they are free) from my list below and use it as a prompt, a striking line, or a bit of something new you write.
I'd love to know if you are successful in refurbishing a clunker.
- We don’t want you to worry/
- To light candles or say novenas/They aren’t necessary.
- It’s OK…even though I never thought I’d have to do this alone
- the spending of your hours/Autumn leaves falling fast
- There wasn’t much poetry
- then sleep ‘neath the starry sky we share
- a whole sun’s rise to share.
- I put a sprig of lilac in the bud vase
- See those stars? They have already died
- Once a blue moon, brilliance is pressed between pages of meticulous notes
- That’s what you wrote about the green beans
- love and attention I gulped in and took for granted as air and sky and rain
- cradling clouds like morning
- except for two newcomers/slowly turning pages--
- a banquet of learning/for hungry eyes.
- and I am sweeping winter away
- new green pushes/pushes up from the ground–breathless/and running late
- Housewife-ing prescribed children, laundry, /gardening, canning, cleaning, and writing letters to home.
- But tucked inside each letter a seedling wants rain
|Can a clunker be saved?|
Star padlet has been updated: https://padlet.com/mitchellhubeimom/4bzbfu2cg5k7awk5
The incredible Jan at Bookseeds Studio is hosting this week. Drop by and share some love with her. Thanks for hosting, Jan!
p.s. I'm out of pocket for a wedding this weekend...I'll catch up on posts asap!