Reverse Poetry is something I never heard of before Frank introduced it on d’Verse. It is when you take a set of lines your wrote for a poem and then turn them around and write them all backwards with perhaps with a few minor adjustments. The introductory lines of this poem were barrowed from a cousin on Facebook. I asked her if I could use them to create a poem. I wrote this yesterday. When Frank asked us to write a reverse poem, I realized I could turn it around and make it work. So here is my very first reverse poem.
Dry Spell
“Sometimes, dry periods
may endure
beyond your expectations.
Other times,
it might seem
like the rain will never end.”
The cycle of life
With ups and downs
Times for questioning
Times for success
Times to remember
Times to love
Somewhere in between
Is where living takes place
*****
Living takes place
Somewhere in between
Times to love
Times to remember
Times for questioning
With ups and downs.
The cycle of life…
Like the like rain // never ends.
It might seem
beyond your expectations.
May you endure…
Dry spells last sometimes
Photos from my dry, cracking back yard
Quoted FB lines from cousin Rosalyn and
the Washington Post’s Capitol Weather Gang!
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That’s an interesting concept and works well. The cycle of life.
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Thanks Len. I really like the way it works and how it turned out.
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loved this Dwight! you nailed it in my reading
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Thanks Gina. It is amazing how this works!
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i have seen that format before and very impressed how a reverse meaning can have an impact. clearly you took great care with the words and the result is very rewarding.
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Thank you, Gina!
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I really like the original version. But the reverse poem works equally well. And the message is profound.
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Thank you so much. The story of our life!
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Indeed!
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Cool!
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I like the flipping of that endurance, from the dry spell to the individual. May we all endure these dry spells.
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Yes, they can be very trying sometimes. Thanks Grace!
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To everything there is a season….Ecclesiastes. Even dry seasons.
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Yes, definitely a hint of that! Thanks Mary.
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I like how this turned out – “dry spells (do) last sometimes.”
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Thanks for your comment. do does work as well!
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Very cool
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Thank you very much!
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You are welcome
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Nice switch in the middle with the idea that living takes place somewhere in between. That is very dry ground in those photos.
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Thanks Frank. It was fun to try something new. Our ground is very dry. It has rained and showered all around us, but we have gotten very little.
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I love the encouragement the reverse inspired!
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Thanks Astrid.
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🦋 Dry times are just that here.
I love how you presented the poem. I have never herad of a reverse poem.
Looks good to me.
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Thank you so much! I never did either. I really enjoyed making this work.
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Good one, Dwight!
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Thanks Michael!
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The title is fascinating. Lovely written
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Thank you OJ. You comments are always appreciated!
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My pleasure
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A very satisfying piece, Dwight! And if you think you’ve got cracked ground…
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Thanks Jane. Yes, the ground is cracked partly to the dry weather and partly to natural shifting of the landscape! It worked well to use it with my poem.
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Is your soil clay too? We get shrinkage whenever the weather is warm, and the cracks don’t ever close because it doesn’t seem to rain enough in the winter and spring.
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Yes, we have that famous red clay that is all through the southeastern US.
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I don’t know how you manage to get a garden to grow in it. Let me know if you have any secret method.
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I use lots of mulch to hold the moisture and I water at least once a week.
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How much land have you got? I water the plants in pots but that’s all.
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Only a tiny back yard with three small beds.
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I could probably cope with that. If we could carve a small piece out of the meadow and turn it over, then put in raised beds…
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Yes, that works very well for me!
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Just need to get hold of a tractor.
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I had a friend who told me about a Lasagna garden, in which you keep putting layers of mulch and leaves etc. and never till at all. Then just plant in the mulch and add more. Sounded interesting. I still like to dig in the dirt.
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I like digging too, but you can’t get anything except a pickaxe into this soil.
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Maybe starting on top would be the answer for you! Layer on layer!
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I think we’d need to level it up first though. It’s on quite a slope.
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So nicely done, Dwight, and wise words to ponder. I like the subtle change of meaning in the reverse:
‘Living takes place
Somewhere in between
Times to love
Times to remember
Times for questioning’.
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Thank you Kim. Your kind words are always welcome.
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The rhythm of the poem echoes the idea of thectwists and turns of life.
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Thank you Suzanne!
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Brilliant prompt. Marvellous offer with an encouraging message. 🙂
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Thank you so much Colin. Your comment is greatly appreciated.
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You conquered this prompt Dwight. So well done.
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Thank you Linda! You are too kind!
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And I’m about ready for this dry spell to be over, personally speaking. For writers, writing is a form of prayer and if we cease doing it, then we lose our nourishment and rapidly wither. Nice one, Dwight.
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Thanks Amaya! We will continue to pray for rain!
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spot on!
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Like your poetic use of the “dry weather” thought. I learned several years ago that certain soil types will show cracks even when mulched and shaded (under pole beans). No dry spell here. We are 3″+ over for the month and 13″ for the year.
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Thanks David. I am amazed how much rain the Northeast has gotten this year. I believe our cracks are from the original landscaping in our back yard. It slopes sharply and contributes to ground shifting. We really are dry at our house. Six miles away they have been getting some regular showers.
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I don’t want to be too mushy and all that, but the magic of this “dry spell” has made my eyes a little wet, feeling pretty alienated just now, but this incantation has helped me today, especially:
Living takes place
Somewhere between
Times to love
Times to remember.”
Needed this today, no wait, I mean I REALLY needed this today. Thanks.
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Thank you! I am glad it connected with you. Hope you feel better soon.
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Will do, thanks
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I had not heard before of the “reverse poem.” What a fun format! I am anxious to try it. You nailed it, Dwight! I think part of its success is finding the right poem to reverse, don’t you?
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Yes, some lend themselves to reversal much better than others. Although with a little tweaking you can do amazing things with most any poem. It is a lot of fun to see how the meaning changes.
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