Today's prompt was to borrow a first line of a poem by Norman Dubie and create your own poem from it.
The first line I picked was: "Worlds are being told like beads."
Here's my attempt:
Memorized
Worlds are being told like beads,
each one
with its own story,
its distilled backstory.
She rubs each bead,
a comfortable smoothness
like a familiar memory.
She counts every bead,
over and over
trying to remember
which one is missing,
rediscovering the pain
ripping off
a scab.
by Marcie Flinchum Atkins
April 13, 2010
1 comment:
Ouch. I feel that one in my scarred knees, girl!
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