Thursday, November 3, 2016

First Drafts: A Literary Social- 20 September 2016

Ellen Plumb's prides itself in showcasing local writers and spreading literacy throughout our wonderful community. Each week we create prompts to engage the community in different forms of writing, allowing writers to practice their skills in a fun, encouraging environment. Here are our submissions for this week's poetry prompt.

Write a poem that contains all these lines (in no particular order): 
"I tie the ribbon in a foolish way"
"the delicious fragility of travesty"
and
"where we still laugh and wish"











I Tie the Ribbon in a Foolish Way
Nicolas R. Thomsen

Pain strikes us subtly when we visit the vista
where we still laugh and wish    

The smiles slightly cease at the mere mention of your memo
the delicious fragility of travesty
a taste of half-hearted misery and merriment

I tie the ribbon in a foolish way,
ready to release the colorful construct of bright balloons,
delicate decorations on an orange sunset sky.
It is what you would have wanted.










Our youth is where we still laugh and wish
the futures of our yesterdays
lie in the mysterious chasms of our minds
the delicate fragility of travesty
lingered in the still- firming gems
of Truth and Knowledge
The seeds we had yet to dig up

The vigor of strong backs held us high
While we dreamed and achieved and dreamed still
conquering doubts that trembled
in our passing shadows
pride in our accomplishments
vain tyranny in cleverness that kept us

With time’s steady hand and pressure
I now feel the fatigue of my stooped back
and milky cataracted eyes try to focus
on once-graceful hands
They moved mountains in my youth
Now knotted and arthritic
I recognize through my tremors
I tie the ribbon in a foolish way.
-Becca Resner










Lost Youth
Lindsey Bartlett

I tie the ribbon in a foolish way
on gifts that will never be
received. One yearns for times of
simplicity, where we still laugh
and wish for our lost youth
our lost dreams.

A season of loss will give way
to the delicious fragility of
travesty. And once again we
will hope for things not yet
given as gifts tied up with
ribbon in the foolish way of

our lost youth.










Bad Company
Frances Mihulec

Roads conversed where a flicker of the Malebolge
sent us reeling from the tower we’d
built on halcyon days
-   the delicious fragility of travesty
with infernal hounds nipping on our heels

Looking for fading memories in
Kodachrome
where we will still laugh and wish
(to be princes)
in some odd universe

where I tie the ribbon in a foolish way;
the yellow marker of where we fools fell in love

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