Elvis was born in ’35 in Tupelo, Mississippi
His voice and fingers knit in perfect sync
When he moved to Memphis, Tennessee
I can imagine him dipped in the river
On a sweltering humid day
Some may think him a charlatan
But a tear in momma’s eye
Sparkled like fine porcelain
His love for family fueled his zest for life
And he rose in fortune and fame
But addiction lured him to a cave
Of arid, unquenchable thirst
Where sagebrush flourishes and grows
But few survive the go
Embers deep within my mind
Rise when I hear Blue Suede Shoes
He’s the cream of the crop in the Father’s eyes
Ever since that baptismal gown
Testified to a Savior found
A promise made is a promise kept
By the one who conquered every death
This week I decided to pull our theme from a book of poetry titled Light Rooms, Dark Rooms written by one of my high school teachers Brent Goeres. My sister found this slim volume at a Friends of the Library book sale and bought it for me.
I confess that I’m not thrilled with the title of the particular poem the random number generator landed me on. I pulled the paint chips first and thought they were awesome. But the connection to the theme poem title is tenuous at best. It will be a challenge, that’s for sure
It’s a very cool poem, and I’ve included the first half of it in this photo, but the title, “Baptismal Gowns Upstairs,” is a strange one for a prompt theme.
I suppose you could write about family, which is what this poem is about, at least two members of Brent’s family. Or you could pull a thread from the lines of verse themselves to spin your yarn in poem form.
Now for the paint chip words and phrases: cream of the crop, blue suede shoes, cave, ember, zest for life, sagebrush, and porcelain. I’d like you to use at least five of these words and phrases in your poem. I know some of you will be overachievers and use all seven, and for that I commend you. I may not be able to pull that off myself.
Linking with Linda Kruschke. Yes, I’m an overachiever when it comes to these challenges. Blue suede shoes started me on the trail. Gotta love Elvis!