It has been a while since I've written any poetry, let alone posted anything, but thankfully my sister Sara is persistent and welcoming with her invitations to re-join the Poetry Sisters. I must confess the time away from writing was apparent ( I texted her "Ugh! My poetry brain is rusty" to which she relied..."A good first line"!), but I am glad I jumped in again.
This month we were to take a line from Elizabeth Bishop's poem One Art and go from there.
Using a line from Elizabeth Bishop One Art
(by John C Lewis all rights reserved)
“The art of losing isn’t hard to master”
The source? Elizabeth Bishop, of course
So I gave up sweets, became an diehard faster
I ate tofu, oats, things tasting of plaster
Oh, to dine on that proverbial horse!
The art of losing isn’t hard to master??
Relentless hunger, my cruel quartermaster
I dreamt of plate after plate, course upon course
So I gave up meat, became a diehard-er faster
Is this a joke? I wouldn’t put it past her!
I’d kill for a crumb of rye or drop of borscht
The art of losing isn’t hard to master??
You may already foresee the coming disaster
So desperate now, I’d even eat gorse
So I gave up all food, became the diehard-est faster
If she were alive today, I’d ask her
Do you feel no remorse!?
The art of losing isn’t hard to master??
I gave up eating, died harder, not faster
