Fran Haley introduced Golden Shovel Poems in her slice today:
Try digging with the Golden Shovel yourself. Take a line from a poem or a favorite book, speech, or song that has special appeal to you and transform it into something of your own. Each word in that line becomes the ending word of a line of your own poem (or the beginning word, if you prefer). Your poem may reflect an aspect from the original work. It may not. A Golden Shovel poem can mean whatever you wish; it’s just inspired by the line you use to create it.Fran Haley, Digging For Awe: Golden shovel poems
"Our stars weren't meant for their sky. We have never known the same horizon." - Clint Smith, "Canon" in Counting Descent.
What we know is that our reaching and grasping towards stars reflected a desire we weren't prepared to justify, to say what it meant. Stars are not property. For whatever reason they decided their version of sky could never be the same that we might claim too. Have faith, rest assured, one man's never is but a wish. Not known, not fact, only speculation. The stars remain the same, we become the horizon.
"we bring a part of where we are from to every place we go." - Clint Smith, "Meteor Shower" in Counting Descent
Whatchu mean we? You see all this meaning I bring: a feast of metaphor and magic, a philosophical smorgasborg in part, a banquet of ideas. Check out where the difference between I and we grows wide, grows deep. Are you seeing the gap from not enough listening to overbearing surveillance every time I enter this place? It's no picnic, you know. We say we're good. My heart says go. What a challenge! I had no idea where I was going with either of these and yet here they are. Something like this might really unfreeze some learners. I usually resist given structures but this one intrigued me just enough and truly got me to dig.