Our Guess Was Right - HubPage Blackout Poetry

Our guess was right.

A little tap

attracted the fire

to the light.

This is my second attempt at HubPage Blackout poetry, and I rather like the way this poem turned out.

I think I will find that I am drawn to words having to do with adventure (as with my first HubPage Blackout poem: Best Kept Secret) and light (as with this poem: Our Guess Was Right).

I was surprised with this poem, because it turned out that I could make it rhyme! I can promise that this will not always be the case with my poems, this was just a nice little accident.

Plus, poems should take on a life of their own, anyway. Some of the best poems I've ever read did not rhyme at all.

I wanted to use a larger portion of my second HubPages article for this poem, because it would give me more words to play around with.

The section of the article from the first poem I wrote using the HubPages Blackout technique (Best Kept Secret) was maybe 1/4 the size of the portion of my second article I used for this poem.

However, using such a large section of my HubPage article may have made piecing this poem together more difficult. I found that I had way too many words to choose from and eliminate.

And despite this article being 4 times larger than the first article I used, this poem ended up being about half the size of my first poem.

Go figure.

I began this poem like I did my last one. I chose one word that I wanted to try to include in the poem from my article.

For this poem, I zeroed in on the word "attracted" plus the word "light" at the end of the article. From there, I pieced together the rest of the poem using the words in between.

One of the things that I kind of like about this poem, is that while I was picking out the words, I tried to make the last portion read that the light was attracted to the fire, not that the fire was attracted to the light.

I couldn't make that work because the rhyme would be off, and the words didn't line up right in my article.

However, now that I have read it over a few times, I love the way the poem turned out. It would be a natural assumption to write that light was attracted to fire. Fire is something tangible and substantial, so it would not be much of a leap to think that light, something abstract and untouchable, could search it out or be "attracted" to it.

But... if you read that fire is attracted to the light, it turns the meaning around completely, and makes you think more about the words. The poem implies the light is not a byproduct of the fire, and is not dependent on the fire to exist, but the fire is dependent on the light, and all the fire needed to find the light was "a little tap."