The time cracks into furious flower. Lifts its face all unashamed.
“The Second Sermon on the Warpland” ~ Gwendolyn Brooks
Darkness crawls towards me from the
source I thought I could trust time after time.
I burrow within, my delicate shell cracks.
Pieces start to fall into
a ravine of furious
fire that suddenly transforms into a meadow of sweet peas– my flower.
The delicate and persuasive aroma lifts
my mind and I can finally see its
hues of pink, white- and I can see their face,
Smiling at me and whispering all
I need. I am unashamed.
By: Erin Winans
For those unfamiliar with the concept of a golden shovel poem, along the right side (the words that I bolded) are a line of poetry from a famous poem. The line can be as long or short as you want, but you have to make sure that your poem is able to end on the right words. It certainly makes you think more about how and what you want to say.
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