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A Poem Without the Letter “A” – A Revision of A Previously Written Poem by Christina @ The Bookshelf Corner

Have you ever tried to write something without using a specific letter? It’s kinda hard but quite a fun challenge. So I took a poem I previously wrote/posted to this blog and tried to rewrite without any words that contain the letter “A”.

Original Poem

Poem without the letter “A”

Someday
there’ll be a beautiful castle
not chipped or broken but built strongly to shelter, to protect us
with its soaring indestructible walls that keep at bay
the monsters with yellow teeth and sharp metal objects.

Someday
there’ll be a warm fireplace to keep the blue tinge off our toes
as we wrap ourselves in blankets for comfort for once.
Spacious rooms–one for everyone!–with soft mattresses and pillows,
and see-through water filling tubs to get squeaky-clean in.

Someday
there’ll be tassels and ribbons, shoes that match,
and let’s not forget pretty dresses that fit.
They’ll drag on the floor–but that’s okay–
the floor is clean so they won’t get dirty.

Someday
there’ll be long tables overloaded with food and water–
I fear they’ll topple over before anything reaches our tummies!
We’ll eat like this all the time
instead of once in a while.

And on that someday
The king and queen will be happy and so will their subjects.
No one is sad or crying in this castle
because we’ll be inside the castle, warm and safe,
wearing lovely clothes and eating delicious food.

One day, if not today or the next day, but someday if I make it there.

In the future
there’ll be one pretty house
not chipped or broken but built strongly to shelter, to protect us
with its towering indestructible fence of stones to keep out
the monsters with yellow teeth, holding pointed swords.

In the future
there’ll be one stone hearth to keep the blue tinge off our toes;
we’ll cover ourselves in sheets for comfort for once.
Big rooms-one for everyone!-with soft beds, pillows,
plus tubs to get scrub spotless in.

In the future
there’ll be bows, ribbons, a couple of shoes;
let’s not forget pretty fitted dresses.
They’ll touch the floor-but no problem-
the floor is clean so they won’t get dirty.

In the future
there’ll be long counters with lots of food, drink-
I worry they’ll topple over before getting into our tummies!
We’ll dine like this forever
not once every other time.

Furthermore, in the future
The king with his queen including their subjects will feel much joy.
No one is crying in this house
since we’ll be protected inside,
donned in lovely clothes, consuming delicious food.

In the future, if not now or tomorrow, but in the future if I’m there.

It wasn’t too bad to make changes to this poem without using “A” but I think it worked out alright. Since I couldn’t use “someday” I have no clue what this poem would be called now. The subject and feelings of the poem are still there but the effect of “someday” seems lessened. Overall, this was a fun activity to do.

Have you ever done any writing games/exercised with missing words/letters?


As always, happy writing!


Original Post of “Someday” by Christina @ The Bookshelf Corner

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Poem: “Someday” by Christina @ The Bookshelf Corner

“Someday” by Christina @ The Bookshelf Corner

Author’s Note: A blast-from-the-past poem I wrote. I hope you enjoy.

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Someday

there’ll be a beautiful castle

not chipped or broken but built strongly to shelter, to protect us

with its soaring indestructible walls that keep at bay

the monsters with yellow teeth and sharp metal objects.

 

Someday

there’ll be a warm fireplace to keep the blue tinge off our toes

as we wrap ourselves in blankets for comfort for once.

Spacious rooms–one for everyone!–with soft mattresses and pillows,

and see-through water filling tubs to get squeaky-clean in.

 

Someday

there’ll be tassels and ribbons, shoes that match,

and let’s not forget pretty dresses that fit.

They’ll drag on the floor–but that’s okay–

the floor is clean so they won’t get dirty.

 

Someday

there’ll be long tables overloaded with food and water–

I fear they’ll topple over before anything reaches our tummies!

We’ll eat like this all the time

instead of once in a while.

 

And on that someday

The king and queen will be happy and so will their subjects.

No one is sad or crying in this castle

because we’ll be inside the castle, warm and safe,

wearing lovely clothes and eating delicious food.

 

One day, if not today or the next day, but someday if I make it there.


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Poem: “Books Are Infinite” by Christina @ The Bookshelf Corner

“Books Are Infinite” by Christina @ The Bookshelf Corner [2/17/2014]

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Books are infinite.

They are

a promise that things will be okay,
a secret to solving the day’s problems,
a confidant when looking for understanding,
a memory of the past, present, and future,
a door to new worlds undiscovered,
a blank slate to drench one’s imagination upon,
a new life, sometimes several lives in one,
a hammer to breaking outside the box
a comfort when the world is in a frenzy
a ticket when you need to get away for a while
a friend that will always be there for you
a teacher when even common sense seems senseless

Books are infinite.


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Poem: “The House” by Christina @ The Bookshelf Corner [After Jack Spicer]

“The House” by Christina @ The Bookshelf Corner [After Jack Spicer]

Author’s Note: Another poem I wrote as a part of a class exercise while studying poet Jack Spicer’s work.

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This house is bare,
here the walls are bare,
stripped down and bare.

Secrets exposed to
large intrusive ears
perked to catch a word.

Floors creak and creak
with the weight of an
epiphany-bulb realized too late.

Secrets exposed through holes
by strobe light fury
in white-washed rooms.

Muck-stained windows
trash the floors with
fractured sunlight.

Cram in dark corners
the creaks and muck,
and the lingering fury.

Splash upon these too
bare walls something good
in exchange for kept secrets.

Or let the house fall,
collapse in a relieved faint
and bury those bare secrets.


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Poem: “Red Roses” by Christina @ The Bookshelf Corner [After Shane McCrae]

“Red Roses” by Christina @ The Bookshelf Corner [After Shane McCrae]

Author’s Note: So this was a poem I wrote in school as a part of a class exercise where we had to write poetry in the style of the poets we were reading. This poem I came up with after Shane McCrae’s style I really liked how it turned out. We were reading/studying McCrae’s book of poetry entitled Mule: Poems. He has a perplexing, unique writing style that really fascinated me, which made this exercise fun to do. So today, I thought I’d share with you this little blast from the past.

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“Red Roses”
After Shane McCrae

 

she thanks him for the roses

bleeding roses          too tight

you’ll snap his heart in two

and all the things he loves          he loves you

about you          will fall / in a slow          waltz

with the wind

drifting down to earth

where all things crumble          / fall

shrivel          a plummet to nowhere

one by one          the things he loves about you

fall          / a mix of ash and red /          fall

stains the ground with longing and sorrow

you can’t give them back          go back

restore them to a cheery cherry color

by the dozen          keep them and him whole

water will sustain them before they          / fall

hushed and red pricked hands

she thanks him for the roses