And Then . . .

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub  (posted by Peter Frankis)
Meeting The Bar:  Opening lines . . . beginnings

"So tonight, I thought we’d start on beginnings – particularly that all-important first line:

‘Let us go then, you and I,’ from T.S. Eliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
 ‘I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,’ from Allen Ginsberg’s Howl
 ‘Because I could not stop for Death,’ from Emily Dickinson’s verse 479
 ‘He came home. Said nothing.’ from Polish poet Wislawa Szymborska’s Going Home

"So come on poets, join me at the beginning. Let’s find that best first line."


I opened the door
and heard d
           r
          i
           p
         
           d
            r
           i
            p

            d
            r
           i
            p

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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25 Responses to And Then . . .

  1. Helen Dehner says:

    OK, I will resist temptation to call you “a drip.” Quite clever, Ms. Sarah.

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  2. Bravo – a special thanks and a koala stamp for some rule-breaking concrete poetry – done so well. Laughing here.

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  3. rothpoetry says:

    Oh, yes! Very creative Sara!

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  4. sanaarizvi says:

    This is beautifully done, Sara! 💝💝

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  5. Beverly Crawford says:

    Very creative, Sara ….and relieved it wasn’t t h u d t h u d t h u d !

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  6. Beverly Crawford says:

    Very creative, Sara ….and relieved it wasn’t t h u d t h u d t h u d !

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  7. msjadeli says:

    I remember a scary story my cousin told me as a kid where “drip drip drip” featured prominently. If I heard that opening my door, I’d be freaking! Nice effect with the red letters going down the page.

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  8. I think I heard the same scary camp tale that Lisa did. Your line, your poem- it works!

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  9. robtkistner says:

    Engaging from open to end Sara!

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  10. Nothing but rain… better to stay inside.

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  11. pvcann says:

    Love your creative edge Sara, works so well.

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