Day #21: Duality Poem

Duality is the condition of containing two parts, often contrasting parts. Consider either/or dualities:

off/on

speaking/silent

laughing/crying

or consider both/and dualities when two :

nervous & excited

exhausted & satisfied

giddy & hopeful

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Today I challenge you to write a duality poem, examining two (or more) sides of something. Use what ever form calls to you!

Here is mine:

CONTRASTS

Melville wrote:

“There is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast.”

I tap my app
at the end
of a run;
it is the going
that gives the stopping
its rippling frisson.

I read the
closing lines
of a thousand-page book:
releasing and relief-ing
goodbye dear friend
my heart swells
and hurts.

Friday-night tired
pushes through my muscles
and settles in my bones;
ah, sublime hour
when the week
meets the weekend.

Day #20: Summer Poem

 

Good morning! 

Today's mentor poem is by Jacqualine Woodson's poem "Firefly." Look how she captures summer by focusing on an insect!

It’s almost May
and yesterday
I saw a firefly.

You don’t see
them a lot
in the city.

Sometimes
in the park
in the near dark

one comes out
you’ll hear
a little kid shout

Lightning bug! Firefly!

It’s almost May
and yesterday
I caught a firefly in my hand.

First firefly I
seen in a
long, long time.

Make a wish,
Miss Edna said.
Make a good one.

Firefly wishes always come true.

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The forecast for Atlantic today is cloudy with a miserable April high of 45 degrees. Together, let's direct our focus to SUMMER and craft imagistic, sensory poems that make us SEE, SMELL, TASTE, HEAR and FEEL.

Think of a specific moment or image that you want to capture. Use crisp words. Pay attention to the sounds of words next to each other. Give us a hot slice of summer pie with a dollop of ice cream on top!

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Berryhill's Poem on the Deck

sparrow has transformed
the grill into her well-appointed
condo

wasp loops by
legs a-dangle,
then rests on my footstool
inches from my ankle

the glass at my elbow
is slippery cold
to my touch

breeze scatters
pistachio shells
across the deck

I turn the page
it is summer
all is well

Berryhill's summer view from her deck.

Miss Lipp's poem uses the nonet form, which you already know:

Summertime meant I was stranded on six Iowa acres.
Landlocked between cornfields, I fantasized of town life.
In my youth, I resented being isolated
but now I see its use:
exploration without hesitation — looking for
hidden kittens in hay,
defending stick castles,
naming each
star

Happy writing!

AB

Thanks to Ethical ELA for many of the prompts I'm adapting for my students this month.

Day #19: Wire Sculpture Poem

Good morning! On Day #19 we will try a Wire Sculpture poem! Take a look at these:





The wire sculptures above were made by Privet Design in Poland. Notice how they are crafted from a single piece of wire.

Your poem task today is to think about writing a poem as a wire sculpture. Begin with an image or an idea. Follow your mind as one word, phrase or image leads into the next. Like wire sculpture, your words/ideas might cross back on each other. Hopefully, by the end, you will have "arrived" at a place where the poem feels whole.

I began thinking about my son's dog, who knows no personal space. She is always right up in everyone's face! That spurred me to begin with an image of her on the bed in the morning, and that made me think about all the "morning smells" she smells!

As you read my poem, you'll see I used some unusual words. I've linked them to their definitions. 

the lab lies
between
their rustling forms

she is
doused in their
mingled breath;
she smells
the single
point on the number line
when sleep
becomes
wake

she inhales
the bouquet of
pandiculation:
flexed toes
and yawning axillae

pockets
of odor
puff forth
as muscles
creak
as eyelid
groin
and ear
release apocrine scent

her nose
knows
all smells
are good

Your turn! I look forward to seeing how you twist a string of words into the sculpture of a poem!

Happy writing,

AB

Thanks to Ethical ELA for many of the prompts I'm adapting for my students this month.


Thanks to Ethical ELA for many of the prompts I'm adapting for my students this month.

Day #18: Living Traits

Today's prompt sprouts from J. Ruth Gendler's “The Book of Qualities.”

Gendler personifies traits such as this:

“Anxiety is secretive. He does not trust anyone, not even his friends, Worry, Terror, Doubt and Panic … He likes to visit me late at night when I am alone and exhausted. I have never slept with him, but he kissed me on the forehead once, and I had a headache for two years …”

Here are lines from other traits she examines:

Despair has “stopped listening to music.”

Courage “looks you straight in the eye…knows first aid…is not afraid to weep…has made the journey from loneliness to solitude”

Beauty “will dance with anyone brave enough to ask her.”

Excitement wears orange socks.

Pain’s “voice is hoarse from crying and screaming…if you face him directly, he will give you a special ointment so your wounds don’t fester.”

Anger “sharpens kitchen knives at the local supermarket on the last Wednesday of the month.”

Blame “keeps a pharmacist’s scale at the corner of his desk.”

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Your challenge is to personify a trait. You may write in prose-poem form or arrange your ideas on the page like a more traditional poem, as I did.  Here is a list of traits to choose from!

I chose "Strong."

Strong

You’ll meet Strong’s
public face first:
muscles in the gym
don’t mess with her.

Then you’ll meet her
softer side:
endurance through pain
speaking up
she’ll stand alone.

Then listen deeper
to hear
Strong’s silent self:
answering
to be
or not to be
with
Be.

Thanks to Ethical ELA for many of the prompts I'm adapting for my students this month.

Day #17: Question Poem

Today's prompt asks you to begin with a question you have heard or have asked yourself. The mentor text is by Nizar Qabbani and begins with this stanza and a question from his son. (You can read the entire poem by clicking on the link.)

A Lesson In Drawing
My son places his paint box in front of me
and asks me to draw a bird for him.
Into the color gray I dip the brush
and draw a square with locks and bars.
Astonishment fills his eyes:
"… But this is a prison, Father,
Don't you know, how to draw a bird?"
And I tell him: "Son, forgive me.
I've forgotten the shapes of birds."

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I decided to use the question Why not? which has driven a lot of my choices over the years. I have found that there are always plenty of reasons NOT to try something and plenty of people who want to hold me back--often with lots of reasons something is (in their eyes) not a great idea. My poem tries to capture how I feel when people want to hold me back.

Here is what I wrote:

Bones

not Why, but why not?
my thin bones
(pale bones
at my core)

push against
barbed wire cages
stone unclimbable walls

the fences of reason
fuel my fury
my voice
my bones

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Give it a try! Write a list of five questions, then choose one to use as the jumping-off point for your poem. The question may or may not actually appear in your poem!

Happy writing!

AB

Thanks to Ethical ELA for many of the prompts I'm adapting for my students this month.

Day #16: Poem Without a Title

Good morning! Your challenge today is to write a poem and save the TITLE for the end. Hopefully the title will change how the poem was first read. That is, it will ADD meaning to what came before.

Here is a sample: 

Don't be polite.
Bite in.
Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that

may run down your chin.
It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are.

You do not need a knife or fork or spoon
or plate or napkin or tablecloth.

For there is no core
or stem
or rind
or pit
or seed
or skin
to throw away.

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Think about that poem. What does it seem to be about?

Now scroll down and find the title. Does it change the meaning for you at all?

"How to Eat a Poem" by Eve Merriam

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Here is the poem I wrote, with its title at the end...

scratch of dry nib
misfired squib
drool on the bib

cheetos gone stale
no wind in the sail
a rusty bent nail

jarred mice mocking
brain cells balking
empty knocking

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Titled: "Writing a Poem on Day #15"
Do you see my poem in a new way when you read the title?

Here's your challenge. Choose a form, then write the poem. Think of a title. Go back through your poem and eliminate any DIRECT references to your title. Post your poem, and a few lines later, post your title!

Rock on! You're doing great! Today we are on the SECOND HALF of the month!

Thanks to Ethical ELA for many of the prompts I'm adapting for my students this month.

Day #15 - Hope Poem

Poet Emily Dickinson wrote:

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune without the words -

And never stops - at all -

You can read the entire poem here. 

Today's challenge is to think of a metaphor for hope. Dickinson used a bird (feathers, perches, sings).

I wrote in haiku form and used the COVID vaccine as my metaphor because I felt such a surge of hopefulness when I got my second dose and knew I could soon gather with my vaccinated family and friends. I then took the metaphor a step further and compared the needle prick to a bee sting. 

Vaccine

Little bee alights
Her stinger Moderna’s kiss
Hope buzzes my veins
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What could be a new, fresh metaphor for hope? Try thinking of answers that could fill in this blank:

Hope is............

Try to think of at least five before you choose one to transform into a poem. You might do something rhyming in the model of Dickinson, or write in haiku form as I did. You also have several other forms in your repertoire to draw on: nonet, skinny poem, an epistolary (the letter-writing form) come to mind as forms that might work for this poem!

Happy writing!

AB

Thanks to Ethical ELA for many of the prompts I'm adapting for my students this month.