My Bad Dickinson Poem

[lucretius]

My brain, just like- a plastic bag -

Containing Grocery

Stretches where the weight-of cans-

Compels a reverie

First is taut then-ductile-bends

Out of Hanging Shape

It-compelled-begins to tear

A dress-of sheerest Crepe-

Once deformed it never will

Flat-contented be

But Billow if the wind be right

As foam upon-the sea

Comments

[howlinhobbit]

Like all of Ms Dickinson's poetry, you can sing this one to the tune of "Yellow Rose of Texas". Therefore, I think you did just fine.

HH

[a_zoetrope]

Sweet!

[proprtyoftheman]

i enjoy the last line the most "As foam upon-- the sea" it brings in such strong imagery of foam from the sea that looks like mere spittle or the built up kind that looks like, well whale barf as my father would say or if a boat had wrecked and pieces of it were floating around...quite e.dickinson.

[lucretius]

Interesting. I see how that works now. As far as I know, none of Dickinson's poems I've read did that particular trick, which is exaggerated below:

To get this job, he kissed a lot of--babies.

[proprtyoftheman]

wow...you can call this neo-e.dickinson.