Day 5: Emily Dickinson

The prompt for this poem, was to take out dashes and linebreaks of an Emily Dickinson poem, and then add or subtract words and redo the linebreaks to create your own poem. It felt wrong to do that, so I selected a problem and then added onto it with my own words.

** Side note** Either I say “poem” really weird or Siri needs to learn what it is. Every time I said it in talk to text, she wrote it as a different word. Oh well.

A not admitting of the wound (1188)

A not admitting of the wound
Until it grew so wide
That all my Life had entered it
And there were troughs beside –

A closing of the simple lid that opened to the sun
Until the tender Carpenter
Perpetual nail it down –
—–Addition by Me—–
After all it was His wounds
His hands, His feet, His side
Through His life had been poured out
To bridge the Great Divide-

An ending of the sinners life Atonement through the Son
The sacrificial Father’s love
The grave could not hold down-