Spring is a strange land when our friends are ill
With Us, ’tis Harvest all the Year
If grief — the largest part —
My Paradise — the fame
But just the Summer knows
Think of it Lover! I and Thee
I’ll be contented — so —
When I am occupied —
I have so much to tell —
You took it all with you —
Existence — in itself —
It powders all the Wood
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
And meet the Road — erect —
And not a smaller man
The Door as instant shut — And I —
And the bewildered Gymnast
Invisible — Unknown —
Indifference to Him —
Eternity’s vast pocket, picked —
Begin, and leave Thee out —
To fade — Tomorrow — Rainbows held
On which so vast depends —
And then abroad the World He go
Yesterday — Endowed with Paradise
Departing like a Pageant
Precisely, as to you.
Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).
Today’s prompt: Day Eight: peruse the work of one or more of these twitter bots, and use a line or two, or a phrase or even a word that stands out to you, as the seed for your own poem.
In my case, I chose this bot as Emily Dickinson is my favourite poet. And, as a further twist, I took every line, separate, and disconnected tweets, and wove them together here.
30 Poems in 30 Days
All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck
…. more of my original Poetry on EatsWritesShoots here.