I Reap What I Sow

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My solitude has made me sick
There’s no one to lay my heart on
It’s always been I, me, and my
Would be nice to share this journey
But when I fall asleep… oh my!
The strange folk I meet in my dreams
If only I had that same will
During the day when I wander
To meet people and bond like this
Asleep I thrive, awake — desolate
But moonlight can’t help me grow my field

Sick on my journey
my dreams will wander
this desolate field –Matsuo Basho

旅に病んで　夢は枯野を　かけ廻るTabi ni yande/ Yume wa kareno wo/ Kakemeguru

For The Skeptic’s Kaddish

Ange’s prompt guidelines

  1. Select a haiku written by someone other yourself;
  2. Construct a “Golden Shovel” poem from that haiku.

Golden Shovel?

A golden shovel is a poetic form in which the last word of each line forms a second, pre-existing poem (or section thereof), to which the poet is paying homage.

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45 thoughts on “I Reap What I Sow”

    3. I can definitely relate to the sentiment of this poem. My dreams seem to provide me with an endless, intoxicating power of being social, outgoing, and endlessly magnetic. And yet in person I’m an anxious stuttering wreck, too afraid to take chances.
      I had to read this through twice after learning what a golden shovel is—and I have to say I was even more impressed with your poem the second time around! You definitely did a remarkable job of seamlessly creating a new poem within a poem. Very cool. The artform of writing poetry is one that definitely eludes me, so it’s always wonderful to read someone passionate and skilled at their craft. Thank you for sharing!

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    4. Thank you so much, Reymund😊 you hit the nail on the head about what I was trying to say. In public, I either don’t talk at all, or talk too much without thinking and embarrass myself. Writing is so much easier.
      It’s taken me three years of practice to reach here with my poetry. I am too lazy to really work on it though, which is why many of my poems are clumsy and not very refined. I would rather produce more content than work on one post for a long time.

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    6. Thank you, Destiny 😊 I usually only edit after posting it, I don’t know why… and I find so many mistakes 😵‍💫 and my sentence construction can be weird at times. That’s why I thought my poetry was clumsy. I used to ask someone to read it before I posted, but I’ve stopped doing that now.

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    7. Some thoughts are meant to just flow uncensored Tanmay. And the best part about calling our thoughts poetry is that there are no rules to sentence construction 😉😋🤗

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  9. Hi Tanmay, I have just reread all the beautiful Golden Shovel poems created for this week, it has been a difficult choice, but I am so pleased to say I have chosen yours – so congratulations you will be the next POW – I love the flow of your sorrowful piece, if only sometimes our dreams and waking hours could mingle ❤

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    1. Oh wow! Thank you A J! My poetry has never won anything before. Do I have to do anything now, or will David give me instructions?

      Indeed, we are such different people when we are asleep… perhaps a purer form? I do not know.

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  12. What a great, reflective complement to your chosen haiku, Tanmay. I read the poem before the rest of the post and noticed the last words making their own statement. Nice introduction to this form, of which I am now—gratefully—aware and can’t wait to try

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