Twelve lines do make a poem . . .

May you burn in hell,
I truly hope so.

Sun still shines at dawn
to cause their demise
at Charter Street Burial Ground.

I crave escape.
A pen, and a plethora of words
curtailing his gigolo lust,
two stars over, from above the moon.

Respect provides a healthier view.
Illuminated on my tree,
“There is good in this world.”

Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe where today is Meet The Bar Day. Laura asks us to look at the most recent poems we’ve written, preferably the last twelve poems, and taking the last lines from each of the poems, rearrange them into a new poem! A poetic sudoku! I did exactly that, not adding any words; not using enjambment (splitting words over two lines). These are the exact words from the last lines of the last twelve poems I posted to dVerse, (minus a prosery prompt since that was prose). Interesting how it turned out. Photo is from a visit to Glendalough, Ireland on a cruise a number of years ago.

24 thoughts on “Twelve lines do make a poem . . .

  1. Laura Bloomsbury December 1, 2022 / 3:58 pm

    this worked well Lillian – right down to the last last lines
    “Illuminated on my tree,
    “There is good in this world.””

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    • lillian December 1, 2022 / 4:21 pm

      Thank you, Laura. It was what I call a poetic sudoku challenge. The gigolo line was the most challenging to fit in!


      • Laura Bloomsbury December 1, 2022 / 4:49 pm

        ‘poetic sudoko’ – it should be renamed as such
        p.s. gigolos are not easy to fit in anywhere 😉


  2. sanaarizvi December 1, 2022 / 4:13 pm

    Woww! This is incredibly penned, Lillian! The poem in its entirety is so raw, so poignant… it’s amazing to think that it’s composed of last lines – that too with no addition of words or enjambment! I am impressed 😍😍

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    • lillian December 1, 2022 / 4:21 pm

      Thanks, Sanaa. The hardest line to fit in was the gigolo one!


  3. Helen December 1, 2022 / 5:28 pm

    You DID it beautifully. This challenge was so much fun!!!


  4. rothpoetry December 1, 2022 / 8:14 pm

    Well done! Your pendulum swung to both extremes on this one! I am glad you left us with hope!


  5. Grace December 1, 2022 / 8:42 pm

    Well the ending line was the best for me (a contrast on the first line).


  6. msjadeli December 1, 2022 / 9:01 pm

    Lillian, this reads like a framework for a very interesting story I’d like to know. Favorite line:
    “two stars over, from above the moon.”


  7. Margaret Schaff Bednar December 1, 2022 / 10:17 pm

    That photo! LOVE it. Wow. And the poem reads like a summary of a novel!


  8. paeansunplugged December 2, 2022 / 10:37 am

    From “burn in hell” to “good in the world” you traversed a long distance in twelve lines. This came together so well, Lillian.


  9. Sunra Rainz December 2, 2022 / 10:57 am

    Goodness me, what a beginning! 😀 I really enjoy the short punchy sentences, such as “I crave escape.”

    And I’m glad it ended well with “There is good in this world.”


  10. Tricia Sankey December 2, 2022 / 11:03 am

    Great opening, your last lines shine, especially love the last stanza! 👏👏


  11. lynn__ December 2, 2022 / 10:24 pm

    Bravo, Lillian, the progression really worked!


  12. Mish December 3, 2022 / 12:08 pm

    Wow, Lillian…I find it amazing the way your lines morphed into this masterpiece, with your skillful arrangement….from the chilling first line to a sense of hope at the end.


  13. merrildsmith December 3, 2022 / 2:52 pm

    Such a contrast between the beginning and the end–well done!


  14. pvcann December 5, 2022 / 10:25 am

    How our emotions twist and turn, pulled once way then a return to our true heart is what I take away Lillian, I like how this speaks and not-with-standing that it is no simple construct.


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