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Leftover Lines For We Write Poems

This was such fun, as well as being useful. I went through all my notebooks collecting lines, and making notes of poems I wanted to work on but had forgotten. I indulged myself, picking favourite lines that I had not been able to make work anywhere but am attached to, the sorts of lines about which Stephen King would say: ‘Kill them now’. No title yet.

When the night ghosts whisper in her head,
she chases shadows that fall between cloud-raking
pines, raises her star-like face to the night, runs

until her feet reach the shore. She stops to watch
the bottleglass water wash the sand, flies paper
dreams like kites, and memorises clouds, holds

them in her eyes until they flatten into the edges
of shadows. She searches for angels in the clouds
and, in the eyes of needles and storms, slips

through tiny cracks in the teeth of night, while
death with overtaking wings beats hard against
her ears. Her soul is a black beetle too tired to fly.

Thoroughly indulgent, she said, with a big smile of satisfaction. My process amounted to taking lines I loved and copying them exactly and then finding an order that works. Thank you to We Write Poems for the prompt. If you haven’t seen the prompt, go on over; while you are there, read some of the results.

 

 
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Posted by on 19/09/2012 in exercises, poetry, writing

 

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Poem in Response to Wordle #48

Happy Monday, if Mondays can be so. I have a poem, of sorts, in response to Brenda’s offering of a baker’s dozen of words. To see the list visit, and while you are there, wander through the different takes.

Process: Not much. I scrambled the words until they made sense. Some wordles are like that.

According to Previous Sources

In Italy, hallways, rooms, walls
limit the joy inherent in the delivery
of song,

so they move singing out to
the unlimiting sky, out to open
water

where gondoliers rest their oars
to use the hand gestures that carry
the drama

of the words.

One drives,
the other
follows.

Have a good week, everybody.

 
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Posted by on 19/03/2012 in exercises, poetry, writing

 

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Poem in Response to Wordle #44

Hello all. I hope wonderful Sundays are being had. I almost didn’t have a response. I forgot to copy the words when I got them, which starts my process. I’m not thrilled… but I am here.

pulled for revision

See you on my rounds, or yours.

 
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Posted by on 19/02/2012 in exercises, poetry, writing

 

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Heart and Soul: Tuesday Tryouts

7:24 a.m. — Atlanta

Happy Valentine’s Day, all. You were perhaps hoping I would ignore this particular theme as you are being swamped by cupids and hearts and red. In a way, I am. I am offering a challenge. I want you to write a love poem without using the word love, or any endearments. You may write to someone, or about the topic.

There’s more. Traditionally, a love poem is written in form. In fact, because love was considered that weighty a matter, that integral a part of life, love poems were, classically, written as sonnets, sonnets being considered the Queen of all forms. For those of you who love writing sonnets, have on. For those who think maybe I’ll try, don’t be constrained by the rules, rather work within them, as Keats will tell you. He wrote a sonnet with fifteen lines, once, and Shakespeare had the occasional eleven syllable line, where needed.

However, we have other forms to choose from. Many of you enjoyed writing idylls. If you think of love as place, metaphorically, you can write a love poem. An etheree, in the direction that unrolls from one to ten, or a double etheree, might be fun. For those who love repetition, a cascade would work, as would the quatern form being introduced by Robert Lee Brewer, on Poetic Asides. There is even a Viking form, you can try, over at Joseph Harker’s Reveries. Now, that might be a lot of fun. You have many forms to choose from… haiku? A haibun might be interesting.

If I still don’t have you, how about writing the poem to something instead of someone; or, make the someone from history, or the movies, or fiction.

If you don’t know where to start on such a vast topic, decide who, or what, you will write to, or about, first; list factors that cause your love, or thoughts on love. Remember to include specific details and sensory imagery, in which to ground the poem and the reader. Decide on format.

Don’t forget to post a link in comments so we can all enjoy the poems written. I am looking forward greatly to what you come up with and hope you have fun coming up with it.

I shall see you Thursday for announcements — send them along if you have any; Friday for the roundup; and next Tuesday, we are back to place.

Happy writing, everyone.

 
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Posted by on 14/02/2012 in exercises, poetry, writing

 

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Response to Reverie #2

I was going to wait until tomorrow, but I am excited that I worked through this prompt…and I have had a beer [a very good one].

After my first anguished read through of Joseph Harker’s second prompt, I listened to my daughter, who said: do it backwards, ma! So, I started with rhymes, but I needed a topic. Fortunately [?] my keyboards — yes, both of them — stopped working.

Joseph’s perceptive eye and ear will notice I ignored a couple of strictures [I have iambic mostly, and some playing with tones] although, in the end, not as many as when I started. I think I ended up closest to a luc bat. With a first draft in place with attendant rhymes climbing, I noticed the 6/8 syllable count in the instructions, wrestled with that [except for the penultimate line of stanza 3 which insists on nine], and got it done. Then, I noticed the suggestion that the second in the series of rhymes be the fourth syllable…got that done.

I admit to being pleased, not with the poem, which is so so, but with accomplishing the climbing rhyme. And, even better, I love the exercise, so will continue playing. Sound is an aspect of poetry I began to develop about a year and a half ago. Now I have a specific exercise.

Tech Thrall

Computer keyboards crash
and thoughts of smashing plastic rage,
lash out. I am not calm
but must embalm my passions, no
qualms when Best Buy lies

just down the street, at hand
when I demand the quality
brands to satisfy my
desire to buy into the myth:
Try our better toys.

I understand yet grieve –
the need bereaves me — my passion
leaves me push pulled, a wreck.
I’m at the beck and call of all things
tech. I am in thrall.

Go to Joseph’s site and give it a try. If I can do it, people, so can you. It’s worth the struggle, and I didn’t even swear during the process.

 
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Posted by on 17/01/2012 in exercises, poetry, writing

 

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The Things You Don’t Say: Tuesday Tryouts

:34 a.m. — Atlanta

Hello all. I hope everything goes well. Today, a short, and possibly simple, prompt. No, really. This time, it will be short.

What are the things you don’t say? Think over the past few days. Has there been a time[s] when you did not say something, when you could have? Past few weeks? Months? Years? Was your reason for not saying something to do with upbringing, tact, diplomacy, self-preservation…?

List as many as you can think of, jotting notes next to them as to context. Choose two or three and expand on your notes. The notes are for you to do actively, while the brain works on retrieving details. Jot place, time, situation, motivations, emotions, sensory details of what was happening around you.

Consider why you chose not to say something. Use this as your seed. Have you noticed a pattern in the things you don’t say and want to write about that? Go. Do you have a specific instance when you didn’t say something, but can now? How do you want to present that within the framework of a poem? If you wish to be more general, are there things you have noticed that people don’t say, that you want to write about?

If the things you don’t say does not strike a chord, how about the things you won’t say? You might enjoy writing a poetic commentary about what you will not say.

Remembering that the poet is never the speaker [even when it is about the poet], feel free to change details, to create a different setting, to do whatever is required by the poem to convey the truth [ironically, that often requires changing the reality].

Consider form versus free verse. Some topics lend themselves to specific forms and are enhanced by them. Consider a conversation poem for this topic.There is no wrong way, or wrong path. Write a poem and post.

I shall see you Thursday for a few announcements. If you have anything you would like me to post, send it along. Friday will be the usual roundup of prompts. Next Tuesday we will consider the opposite of idyll as a topic, rather than a form.

See: short.

Happy writing,all.

 

 
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Posted by on 17/01/2012 in exercises, poetry, writing

 

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Idyll Thoughts: Tuesday Tryouts

7:33 a.m. — Atlanta

Hello all.Yes, it is a form: the Idyll. Rare, nowadays, but I say let’s invent a contemporary idyll poem. The idyllic form has something for everyone. I promise. For those who hear quatrains and rhyme and say “Yippee!” and hear metre and say “Whoo hoo!” the idyll is for you. For those who prefer free verse, thank you all the same, there is something for you. And for those who feel a little out of sorts and don’t want to write about nature [which they are pretty sure this deals with] there is something for you.

Etymology: 17c: from Latin idyllium, from Greek eidyllion, diminutive of eidos an image, or little picture.

Definition of idyllic poetry:
Poetry that either depicts a peaceful, idealized country scene, or a poem telling a story about heroes from a time past [see above, those who don't want to write about nature].

Idyll: refers to short poems of a pastoral, or rural, character in which something of the element of landscape is depicted or suggested… brief poems on simple subjects in which the description of natural objects is introduced, scenes from everyday life, with a rural edge. The contemporary might focus on a garden.

Eclogue:  considered a form of idyllic poetry, a short pastoral poem, usually in dialogue, on the subject of rural life and the society of shepherds [something we can probably leave out or modernise]. Where the strictly idyllic is concerned, the poem can focus on simple things, but the eclogue takes the idyllic a step further when it uses the rural to depict a life free of the complexity and corruption of a more urban life.

Mt. Diablo

Note that nowhere does the definition state the structure we should endeavour to employ. The idyllic is more a question of focus and mood than anything structural.

Synonyms for idyll: charming, picturesque, idealized, pastoral, peaceful, rustic, delightful, happy, heavenly, innocent, picturesque, unspoiled.

Sorry for the long set-up, but for this form you need to know what it’s about, to know how to write it. The first thing to do is to list all the things you consider idyllic for you — and now we are talking contemporary, so that the synonyms above might take you to a different place than past poets. My list takes me to the shore, by an ocean, sandy beach, shells, no people, tranquil, climbable rocks, tide pools, hills in the background…I might simply describe it and set a serene mood, or I might use it as metaphor.

Next, choose what you want to do. Do you wish to describe your idyllic spot? Do so. Do you wish to set your idyllic spot up as a contrast to the problems of towns and cities? Do so. Do you wish to make a statement about idyllic spots in general? Do so. Do you want to write about a hero from the far past, or not so far past, portraying the hero as an idyll, of sorts [idol, ideal -- same root, all three words]? Do so.

Now, choose a form: sonnet, quatrains, free verse, dialogue… something else.

Waiting for an Answer Winslow Homer

If you wish to read  an idyllic, or pastoral, poem, Christopher Marlowe has a dandy: “The Passionate Shepherd to His Love“. If you enjoy reading the shepherd’s attempt at seduction, scroll further down the page to read “The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd,” by Sir Walter Raleigh. Robert Frost, a little more contemporary, wrote several pastoral poems, portraying the countryside as a better place to be than the city, even with the occasional human caused problem. Check “Birches“. For an intriguing dialogue that has pastoral elements as a positive thing, read Housman’s “Is My Team Ploughing?”

There is no wrong. Unless I say [and even then!], the form and content choice is always yours. Write the poem that wants to be written. That is far more important than writing to the prompt. Think of prompts as tinder looking for a spark.

I shall see you Thursday for the first official announcements; Friday, for the roundup; and, next Tuesday, for a prompt to do with place.

I am curious to see people’s idyllic spots and how they approach them. Happy writing.

 
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Posted by on 10/01/2012 in exercises, poetry, writing

 

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Surrealist Imagery Poem: Tuesday Tryouts

7:33 a.m. — Atlanta

Here we are in our brand new year and the jet lag [west to east is murder] had me still up at midnight, watching CSI: N.Y. and David Tutera and his wedding show…it was late. There wasn’t much on. As I sat thinking pleasurably about writing the first TT of the year and trying to feel sleepy, the thought slipped through my mind that there are fifty-one more weeks. That would be fifty-one more prompts. Good grief! I banished the thought hastily while planning to find more images, quickly.

I hope you all are well. I had planned to take it easy on you, until I saw the flurry of poems, comments and general all-round ready to go-ness in the past couple of days. So, no mercy. Alright, maybe a little. Let’s play.

In comments on one of her poems, Irene, of Lost in Translation, and I thought doing something with surrealism might be fun. Back in the twilight days of Wordgathering, when I had only a couple of followers, and noone posting poems yet, I offered an exercise based on the Surrealists, as a type of list poem. I am updating the post for today’s prompt. I would love to see what you do with this.

I want you to focus on the Surrealists’ use of imagery, which bordered on the absurd, but to them was a truth.

Some of the images below are James Penha’s* and some mine. Read through this list of  images of the kind the Surrealists enjoy:

a sink full of Brussels sprouts
a dripping faucet
a young girl sings a song in the attic
the sound of someone swallowing
a wall made out of fur
the smell of wet dog hair
a bell ringing once every ________
a knife covered with sugar
cobwebs breaking across a face
a scorpion inside a head of lettuce
a doctor with a head that looks like a cabbage
a voice shouting, “One more time for our dead friends!”
a voice whispering
the sound of cotton wool being pulled apart
a boy watching static on television
a mother and child sharing a cigar
a hairless dog
a ball rolling down a hallway
a girl who has no tongue trying to speak
an upside-down tree
a black lake

In the next 12 minutes, make up as many of your own surrealistic images as you can, to add to this list. If you have difficulty, look at some surrealist paintings which to you may look wacky, but to the artists represented a truth about what they depicted. Look closely. Look again. Jot down what you see.

Why practice surreal imagery? Because it is fun. More importantly, if you, like I, have difficulty letting go of convention and the real, this is good practice.

You can go one of a couple of ways. Select a series of images from the now expanded list that seem to you to work together in a surrealistic way and create a poem. Or, choose one image to place within a poem, or to spark a poem.

Here’s my stab at a series of images:

A Walk Through the Park

Mickey Mouse in the nude
walks a balloon dog
along a red river
runningrunningrunning
uphill to a black lake
and an upside down tree
where an egg hatches
a mushroom and cheese omelette
with hash browns on the side
of a pink tiled wall
behind which a young girl sings
“We’re off to see the Wizard”.

Can I do something with the poem? No, but the exercise forces me to be unconventional with imagery and I need that, so take up your pens, pencils, and keyboards and let’s see what Surrealism does for you.

I shall see you Thursday for Thoughts, and Friday for the roundup of this week’s prompts.

Happy writing everyone.

*The exercise is one  originally given by my friend and former colleague, Jack Penha [writing name James Penha, poet, and publisher of The New Verse News]

 
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Posted by on 03/01/2012 in exercises, poetry, writing

 

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We Write Poems # 85: Response

Window Panes

Coyote says, Read the window,
reflections are false images,
windows don’t fuss about truth –
Pause, and think about that.

(her mass is small,
her soul is ill-fitting,
a tattoo trapped in skin,
drawn lines bent to fit)

The window slams shut,
faces at the window, enigmatic;
faces large and small
high in the air, an illusion

imprinted in the window,
a feeling of disparity. Ghosts
seen only in small snatches
their faces are indistinct.

Throw yourself, not knowing
who you’ll be on the other side.
Pause, and think about that.
Pause, and think about that.

Process notes: Almost immediately on reading the prompt, I knew this was how I wanted to revisit the image, through the words of the others who wrote poems last week. I wanted to write a cento, partly because I love writing centos and partly to say thank you, not only to those who posted last week, but to all the writers in the group where I have found a place.

After the first draft, I knew I needed something that allowed for the disparity among stanzas. Thus, the title. Each stanza is a pane in a larger window, or a pane taken from different windows, as in an apartment building. I felt with that as the title, the stanzas work together.

For their lines, my humble thanks:
Neil Reid of Bearly Audible
Don Harbour of Donald Harbour Poetry
Nicole of Raven’s Wing Poetry
Barb aka Briarcat [I tried to find the blog's name]
Joseph Harker of Naming Constellations
Elizabeth Crawford of Soul’s Music
Wayne Pitchko of Poga Poetry
annell of annellannell
Nan at Jade Page Press
ViV at Vivinfrance’s Blog
Pamela at wordsandthoughtspjs
Sharon at The Poet Treehouse
miskmask at Alphabet Soup du Jour

My apologies for the lack of links. My bookmarks are back in Atlanta. I shall add them when I return home. Meanwhile, if anyone wants to read the results of today’s prompt, or last week’s which led to it, be sure to go to We Write Poems.

 
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Posted by on 21/12/2011 in exercises, poetry, writing

 

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Wordle Response: The Sunday Whirl # 35

I was determined this poem would be posted. I wrote Brenda a couple of days ago to say I was still enjoying the words even though I wasn’t producing poems and that I would push hard this week, as I miss contributing and doing the rounds. I copied the words into a small notebook I carry when traveling and headed for the airport. When I was seated and while waiting for takeoff [not one of my favourite times], I thought I would distract myself. By takeoff I had a draft.

On arriving at my mother’s I heard that her computer was sick. I have noticed a correlation to my writing poems I want to post and computers coming down with something. Early this morning I attacked the computer. I won.

Dream Away Your Troubles

Citizen, do you want
to fly this Earth?

For $9.95, you can leave
behind your troubles.

Do you want to lag
behind your neighbours?

For a mere $9.95,
you, too, can play the game
that states: You can dream
what will happen to you next.

Won’t you try your luck?

For just $9.95,
you, too, can win a chance
to be trouble free for a year.

Play the game and win
a chance to pick the purple
token and dream away
your troubles.

Process notes: Fear of take-offs? I don’t know quite where this came from, but I do know that as I was turning the words over and trying different possibilities, and wondering what to do with ‘citizen,’ that addressing the citizen seemed like it might take care of it being my difficult word to fit in. The rest followed.

If you haven’t visited The Sunday Whirl, now’s your chance, even if to read the other responses to the same list of words. But, you can also write a response yourself!

 
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Posted by on 18/12/2011 in exercises, poetry, writing

 

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