This month my Poetry Sisters are writing Poems in the style of Taylor Mali,
the spoken word poet. I enjoy his work so much, but I didn't think I could
do anything like it. I normally write pretty short poems with just a few images.
But then I saw Liz wrote something in response to a prompt on Mali's blog,
where he suggests writing a poem in the style of Nikki Giovanni. He says,
"write a short poem that begins with the word "once" and ends with the
speaker ... suddenly realizing..." I gave it a shot. This is a true story
about me and my little brother John, from when we were in elementary school.
In the style of Nikki Giovanni and Taylor Mali
Once my little brother and I
could fly and we danced
through blissful air under the Maple
tree, frolicking amongst the
twirling, falling Maple seed keys
until we crashed into each other
and discovered gravity.
My little brother’s knees burst
open in a flood of blood.
He was taken to the hospital for stitches
and I learned I had weight
and a burden to carry.
Please visit my Poetry Sister's blogs and read their fabulous poems:
And stop by the Friday Poetry Roundup at Jone Rush Macculloch's blog.
Also! Today is Poem in Your Pocket Day, 2022. What's in your pocket?