Yesterday I came upon the poem “The Orange” by Wendy Cope. I had forgotten all about this poem, but it is one that I knew. I used it as a model for my own poem (see below).
By Wendy Cope
At lunchtime I bought a huge orange
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—
They got quarters and I had a half.
And that orange it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.
The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all my jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.
I decided I wanted to write about the guitar I just brought out of years of storage. Why I haven’t played it…well, lots of reasons. The poem tells a little more of the story. I broke down Cope’s poem into syllable counts and rhyme scheme. I also included an almost identical last line because let’s face it, that line really rocks and is what makes the poem memorable.
by Helen Sadler
Last weekend I unearthed my Martin,
A guitar from my long ago past.
I vowed it was time to play it once again.
Just strumming it really was a blast.
When I bought it I had a vision
Of myself playing my own song.
It has never come to be, but now — maybe.
Meanwhile, I have songs to play along.
So, sweet Martin guitar, you’re back.
This time I swear I will persist.
No matter our journey, one thing is for sure
I love you. I’m glad you exist.
I read the poem to my husband Jim and he suggested that maybe this is my first song. He says all it needs is a chorus. I’m not so sure about that, but hey, time will tell.