I think I’ve
lost my mind; it’s been
a while since I felt anything. I locked
myself away in case it broke like an egg inside
my head. If you gave me your
hand, I’d give you my heart,
only it’s shaped
like a box,
and lost with my mind for
the last few weeks.
Kim M. Russell, 20th February 2024

Image by Gaelle Marcel on Unsplash
This week’s dVerse Poets Pub’s Tuesday Poetics is hosted by Melissa. We’re celebrating the birthday of the late Kurt Cobain of the grunge band Nirvana, and she has provided an autobiography, lyrics and music clips.
Our challenge is one of two options:
Either choose at least one line from the given selections to include in a poetic musing of our choice. We are allowed to add punctuation and break up the line and we can the line as end words for a golden shovel;
or listen to one of the songs in its entirety and write about it, either a poem about listening to the song, or inspired by the song.
I’ve chosen a line from my favourite Nirvana song, ‘Heart-shaped Box’, “I’ve been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks”, to write a golden shovel.
“I think I’ve lost my mind . . .
I locked
myself away in case it broke like an egg inside
my head.”
I like the idea likening losing one’s mind to an egg breaking in one’s head…..one could think of a hard boiled egg and its breaking and people peeling away the shell, bit by bit…or a raw egg simply cracking….in my mind….the egg is an excellent metaphor here.
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Thank you, Lill. I wasn’t sure if the egg metaphor would work.
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I do remember the song, and I think the way you wrote it I can almost imagine being inside Curt’s head in his final hours…
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Thanks Björn!
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The golden shovel worked well here. I like the separation of head and mind.
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Thanks Jane!
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So good! It reads like a rock song. “I locked
myself away in case it broke like an egg inside
my head.” I love that line and I love that this is your favorite Nirvana song. I think my favorite is a toss up between “Jesus Doesn’t Want Me For a Sunbeam” and “Pennyroyal Tea”. You can just hear the angst and sadness and something comes over me listening to them. I really love his covers of “Lake of Fire” and “The Man Who Sold the World”, too.
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Thank you, Melissa!
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You made this golden shovel rock, Kim! I especially loved this: “I locked
myself away in case it broke like an egg inside
my head.” — So Nirvana!
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Thanks so much, Dora. I forgot how long ago Kurt Cobain died – it seems like only yesterday.
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I like the way you’ve turned the Nirvana song into your own, one that reflects the persona of Cobain. (K)
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Thanks Kerfe!
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Beautifully penned you made this form your own. So delicate and soft holding it all in.
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Thank you, Dianne.
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I like the surreal quality of your golden shovel poem.
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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What a magical mirror this poem represents. Wonderful reworking.
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Thank you kindly!
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The egg metaphor is fantastic, Kim! I loved your golden shovel.
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Thank you, Punam!
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Really well written.
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Thank you, Marilyn!
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Well done Kim, I dig it… 👍🏼✌🏼🫶🏼
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This is a masterclass in the Golden Shovel Kim. Your poem is so good, you don’t notice that its a golden shovel!
I tried one but I had to take another path in the end….
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Thank you so much, Kim!
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You chose the perfect line for this perfect golden shovel poem … Brava, Kim .. Brava.
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Thank you, Helen!
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“I’d give you my heart, only it’s . . .” A couple of weeks, but it’s a mess and I think may never recover.
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Jim!
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Awesome golden shovel poetry, Kim!
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Thank you, Jay!
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Heart-Shaped Box was one of my favorites too. So much talent. It makes me sigh. He was never going to grow old.
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The egg image speaks to me, indeed, and what a great golden shovel too.
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