Tuesday, April 13, 2010

NaPoWriMo #13: Smoke a Dubie

Poem Starting with a Line from Norman Dubie

You wondered about skin
wrinkled by looking
at jewels

I’ll tell you about
those wrinkles
and about the jewels

the way my dad’s nose
would twitch
when my mom cooked

my brother’s grin
after telling a joke

my sister, Nancy’s, gloat
my sister, Sally’s, tear-filled
eyes after being teased

my hands dealing cards
these jewels of life
these wrinkles of living

1 comment:

Stella Gette said...

O my gosh, smoke a dubie?! That just cracked me up. Besides the title, though, what a cool idea it is to start a poem with a line from someone else. Is there a special name for that technique?Anyways, I read some of your other poems too-- you're really talented! I'm glad you're an English teacher. Thanks for making my day :)

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