Flipping Frost is my attempt at writing an Opposite Poem of a Robert Frost Classic. Linked to dVerse Poets Pub — Poetics: Flipping Meanings Lisa, aka msjadeli, is hosting and wants us to write an Opposite Poem, flipping the meaning. Choose one of your favorite poems by another poet and flip the meaning on it as shown in the video. My sincere apologies to Robert Frost.
My flipped opposite version
Leaving My Field on a Sunny Morning
This field is mine although I don’t know.
My boat is in the harbor though;
I see him and others leaving here
Avoiding the tornado approaching slow.
His huge car probably imagines it sane
To keep on driving in the passing lane
To other side of the field and creek
The brightest morning of the week.
As I take away his ceaseless horn
He answers this is quite the norm.
Countless visions are about to unfold
With tornadoes approaching in the storm.
My field is ugly, shallow and baked.
But all his guaranties will break,
And inches to retreat after he awakes,
And inches to retreat after he awakes.
The original classic by Robert Frost
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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I think I might be destined for hell for flipping Frost and posting this one.
An interesting flip on this one! Nicely done!
Dwight
“And inches to retreat after he awakes,
And inches to retreat after he awakes”.
I enjoyed these lines in particular written in the flipped version. Imaginative! 🙂
Ron you nailed this! I love Frost’s poem and how your version stayed coherent. I think Frost would nod and smile to see what you did with it. I still see Pearly Gates in your future 😉
Cool! Snowy Woods is one of my favourite poems, but I didn’t think I would be able to do it justice with flipping – you certainly did! <3