NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 30

For this last day of the “30 Poems in 30 Days” challenge, our Cedar Bark Poets have been challenged to write a poem backwards. Start with the last line and work your way up the page to the beginning. Another way to go about this might be to take a poem you’ve already written, and flip the order of the lines and from there, edit it so the poem now works with its new order. This will probably feel a bit strange (and really, it is a bit strange), but it just may help you see the formal “opening” and “closing” strategies of your poems in a new way

Submission #1

(original)
Beginning – Big Ending

Sewww…I guess I got waited out
Crush eventually a faded route
Futile dreams,
Habits from yesterday
Choices and the price to pay
How easily the lonely fall
Stalwart for centuries
Statues rigid,tall
Through 10ft wide castle walls
Infatuations clarion call
Bagpipes,oboe in my ear
Listened for a while,dear
Enslaved for millennium
Indentury til I felt numb
Until..and then a writer, writes
A bird takes flight
Shifts perhaps worth mentioning
Poetry to ‘it’s’ death thrall
Drop the imaginary ball
I lost a dream the other day
I left the maze-Walked away
Wishes alchemized to un-solid form
Shifting,changing..no more norm
Between us.

K

Beginning – Big Ending (reverse of top poem)

Between us
All shifted,changed..had no norm
My wishes achemicalized into form
I walked into a maze
Found a dream
Bounced an imaginary ball
Poetry with with-in enthralled
Shifts I find worth mentioning
A bird in flight
A writer writes
Freedom was clear
Eons held dear
Sang together..I still hear
Flutes,guitar gently near
I swear I hear your call
Sweetly from behind my walls
Fluidly I arise to greet you
Dancing Dervish crossing time
How nice to let lonely fall?
Standing close,will you have me
Curiosities un-laid now I see
Rich imaginings
Fertile dreams
Lovingly pave a new route
I wait here -will the sun come out

K

Submission #2

Finality

A Tatty heap, tossed to the Ratty pile, finally this way comes, on the form of a grey drizzly day

Falling leaves, empty stems poorly received. Out of vase cleaved

The last hangers on, those few leaves anchored strong, reinforces a fact, flowers have moved on

Petals dropped, under where stems drooped, sticks of stems bend or prop up, natures decay, crammed framed and cropped

Drooping flowers decry time, of progress shows sign, a beginning of an ending line

Then Blemish shows, fine lines go, perfection fades slow

Never before, and never again, this is the moment you can’t ignore, this is everything at the fore

Arranged and fiddled, one around and one in the middle, the few imperfections are of immaturity and impact it very little

Spread out, stems stout, the buds taut and its developing beauty in little doubt

Carefully unwrapped, cellophane folded flat and discarded, natural beauty without the plastic colour imparted, vase selected, and from the shelf departed

Relief, no dings dents or breakages, coming home from the shopping fracas, set aside to unpack

Wrapped, tied and sat, paid for and bagged at that.

a shade above, bought just because, from store shelf when I fell in love

the end of an aisle, colours that went the extra mile, were flowers arranged with style

a store of ugly cans, functional pans and all manor of things before check stands

I need must go shopping, for I need unneeded things

thinking back of flowers,

I depress myself at the lack, I must go back and buy unneeded things.

-W.B.

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