Friday, July 26, 2013

Definition Poetry



This is a word count poem of 25 words.
The pattern is like this:  The poem is 9 lines lone and each line has a set number of words:

  1. One Word--------The first word is the word you are going to define.
  2. Two Words------Followed by the words defining line one.
  3. Three Words
  4. Four Words
  5. Five Words
  6. Four Words
  7. Three Words
  8. Two Words
  9. One Word--------Then if possible use a synonym for line one 
                                      or some cleaver ending.



Example but when you are done you can eliminate the numbers:
  1. DOUBT                                  --by tex norman
  2. When you
  3. ask a child
  4. who ate the cookie
  5. and the child says they
  6. have no idea and
  7. yet they are
  8. chewing something
  9. crunchy. 
Just try defining some short common words or unusual words in this manner.  It could be enough for a book all by itself.

Friday, July 5, 2013

Write a Sestina


This form of poetry, the Sestina, is  derived from the Italian sesto (sixth).

History.

The Sestina first showed up as a French form. The Sestina was one of several very complex forms that has regained some use among American poets. 

Form.
In a traditional Sestina:

The lines are grouped into six sestets [or 6 line stanzas] and a concluding tercet [a 3 line stanza]. Thus a Sestina has 39 lines.

Lines may be of any length but usually the length of the lines are consistent in length within a single poem.

The end of each of each line in that first stanza matters because the words are repeated in differing patterns through each stanza.  The six words that end each of the lines of the first stanza are repeated in a different order at the end of lines in each of the subsequent five stanzas.

There is one possible exception.  Some writers will used homonyms to add verity in the poem. 

For example “write” could be used in one stanza and when the word comes around again it could be “right” and it could be “rite” another time.
This homonym aspect is not done by all or even most writers using this form, but it something you can consider doing if you want.  It is permitted by the form.

The particular pattern is given below. (This kind of recurrent pattern is "lexical repetition".)

While some writers have written rhymed sestinas, my suggestion is not to add a further complication to an already complicated form, unless that is just something that you enjoy.   In your first few efforts make your repeated words unrhymed.

The first line of each sestet after the first ends with the same word as the one that ended the last line of the sestet before it.

In the closing tercet, each of the six words are used, with one in the middle of each line and one at the end.

The pattern of word-repetition is as follows, where the words that end the lines of the first sestet are represented by the numbers "1 2 3 4 5 6":


  1 2 3 4 5 6         - End words of lines in first sestet.
  6 1 5 2 4 3         - End words of lines in second sestet.
  3 6 4 1 2 5         - End words of lines in third sestet.
  5 3 2 6 1 4         - End words of lines in fourth sestet.
  4 5 1 3 6 2         - End words of lines in fifth sestet.
  2 4 6 5 3 1         - End words of lines in sixth sestet.
  (6 2) (1 4) (5 3)   - Middle and end words of lines in tercet.

Your Composition.

The repetition of words in a Sestina makes this form a good match for a story that uses common speech, for in conversation the repetition of key words is common. The Sestina is a more "natural" form than the 

Villanelle (which is comparatively artificial in repeating whole lines).
The writer of a Sestina (as with the Villanelle) can use the repetition to delve more deeply into the material. Each stanza can revisit that material and show more facets of what the poet feels.

As with other forms, try the traditional form first. Once you have mastered that, you are ready for your own variations.

Here are some steps to take in creating a Sestina:

1.      Decide upon six words that are your candidates for the words that will repeat. I recommend concrete nouns (e.g., wool, chimney, lozenge, floor) and active verbs (e.g., climbs, opens).
2.     Alternatively, begin by writing a 6-line poem that you want to expand into a Sestina. Reorganize that sestet if appropriate to get more interesting end-words.
3.     On a large blank sheet of paper (or, if you prefer, on a new computer text file) write the end words for the first stanza, leaving space to complete the line:


                                                      1
                                                      2
                                                      3
                                                      4
                                                      5
                                                      6

Do the same for the second sestet and so on:

                                                      6
                                                      1
                                                      5
                                                      2
                                                      4
                                                      3

Then for the tercet, write the appropriate two words per line, e.g.:


                           6                          2

Be sure to follow the above guidelines for form. You will then have written 1 or 2 words in each of the 39 lines of the whole poem!

4.  Now write the stanzas, using the stepping stones provided by the chosen words.

5.   Sometimes a writer finds that a later stanza is a much stronger one than her first one, and she wants to move that later stanza to the start of the poem. That's fine! Simply move as a block your strong stanza and all the sestets that follow it (down to and not including the tercet). Preserve their sequence, and put them at the start, before what was previously the first sestet.

Check the pattern of end-words. You should find that the Sestina's pattern is still in order (even though a different word is now word "1", etc.) for all the sestets. Then make appropriate adjustments to the placement of your 6 chosen words in the final tercet.

6.    As with all formal poems nowadays, it is vital that the form does not "drive" your poem. If the rhyme scheme and form begin to feel forced, then the poem's content must be asserted.

7.  Traditionally, one keeps the same line length, as that gives the rhythmic repetition that the ear associates with music. It also gives a pleasant appearance on the page. Sometimes a writer wants to vary the line length in order to challenge the listener's or reader's expectations: that is fine if you do it deliberately. Just don't be lazy and cut lines short or run them on because you can't be bothered to fix your poem's problems.

8.  Traditionally, one keeps the same end words. You can modify them, or replace them with off-rhymed words, etc. The less you follow the traditional form, the less you can claim to have written a Sestina. Again, only break the form's rules because you choose to, not because you lack the skills and devotion to make your poem work in the traditional form.
Example.

Inner Child  by Paula Swanson

In the unrestrained laughter of children,
is the exalted, purity of joy.
Just seeing that first Crocus of the Spring
or kittens, their antics, exuberant.
You can't help but smile, in wonderment,
at the abundance of simple pleasures.

To watch vibrant sunsets, brings great pleasure.
As does a phone call, from both my children.
I'll recall their eyes, filled with wonderment,
and their squeals, as fresh snow fall, brought pure joy.
Their young minds, bounding with exuberance,
playing outside, in the warm days of Spring.

I love new baby animals at spring.
Their mothers, showing them off, with pleasure.
Playing, jumping, with such exuberance.
I am happy to have all the children,
with which to share these adventures and joy.
To see their eyes, grow big in wonderment.

I remember my own childhood wonders.
Seeing big rainbows in the skies of Spring.
Hearing birds, in the morning, sing with joy.
Watching mom, tend her roses, with pleasure.
My Grandmother, would send out us children,
to go play and use up our exuberance.

Now it's Grandchildren, with exuberance,
that find, in their lives, so much to wonder.
See the world through the eyes of a child,
the seasons; Winter, Fall, Summer and Spring.
I can't think of anything more pleasant,
than to watch them, their lives, filled with such joy.

Life in the desert, has brought me much joy.
Thunderstorms, beat my heart, exuberant.
My heart and soul, revived, with the pleasures.
Rugged beauty, fills my mind with wonder.
As life giving rains, that herald the Spring,
welcomes all of natures newborn children.

I find joy and exuberance abound,
in the pleasures and wonders within life.
That spring forth, from the child, within me.



Here is an example for my own work.  It comes from a verse novel I wrote and there is a scene where there is a funeral for a family killed in a murder suicide. 


From Zounds [a verse novel] by tex norman


An hour later it was time to start.
A hundred people came, a lot of them
were friends of Mattie and Miranda,
kids from school, but not too many friends
of Bobby showed. They were too young
to be exposed to these rituals of death.
All the kids from Madrigals were there.
For kids that talk almost all the time
at school, this scene was odd ‘cause no one
seemed to have a thing to say. Everyone
was secretly relieved when the preacher
stood and cleared his throat.

The Funeral  (a sustina)

“Blessed be our God – Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.
And blessed be His Kingdom, now and forever.
My name is Pastor Joseph Fite. and I am here
to lead us in celebration of the life
of Megan Weeks, a woman filled with love,
and for four children, three of which are dead.

“We thank our God that Tiffany is not dead,
Such a loss as this can wound the spirit.
We’re in shock and questioning God’s love.
Yes, five are dead, but they’re not dead forever.
No, I believe there is an after-life.
Young people listen! I need you to hear

“but what’s even more important, you need to hear
that those we honor here today are not dead.
This may be the first time in your life
that someone you know has given up their Spirit,
and most of us are taught death lasts forever.
How could a God of love

“allow this to happen? Where is God’s love?
We’re hurting, Lord! There’s too much suffering here!
It’s more than we can take! They’re dead. Forever.
Aren’t we taught this fact about the dead?
That’s wrong! Wrong, because we don’t have a Spirit.
You think, “Hey, preacher, what about eternal life?’

“Yes, young people, I believe in life
eternal. I believe our God’s a God of love.
But we don’t have a spirit. We are Spirit.
We are Spirits that have bodies while we’re here.
Our soul wears our body. But once we’re dead
the soul discards the body, living on forever.

“God made us Spirits, so we could live forever.
That’s how He gave us our eternal life.
Yes, we miss our loved ones when they’re dead.
It hurts, of course, being separated from their love.
Our Spirits dress in flesh while we are here,
but we are not our flesh. We’re Spirit,

“and our Spirit lives forever.
We wear our bodies like space suits, our life
support is God’s love. We do not die.”


A Last Word.

Just because you start with the intention of writing a Sestina, you do not have to keep your poem in that form if it does not work for you. Your attempt to write a formal poem may help you find words that you would not have found otherwise. And you may decide that you choose to end up with a poem in a different form, perhaps even a prose poem.


Monday, July 1, 2013

Writing Prompts: Animal/Insect Prayers from the ARK


There is a wonderful little book of poems that was first published in France entitled:  Prayers from the Ark by French writer Carmen Bernos de Gasztold.  This poem of pray poems was written during the grim years of the Second World War. In this book Noah and a representative group of animals offer their own style of prayer to God, some funny, some sad, some full of hope, all brief and fresh.

Here are two examples from this book: 

Dear Lord,
I am slow they say;
Keep the Ark open while I come.
Keep me from careless feet
That crush my delicately woven shell,
A thing of delight to all Mathematicians!
Then shell and all will say
                                        ...Amen
 
Dear God,
Truly my bark is now worse than my bite:
My strength is gone -
I can no longer round up the sheep.
Let Your strength be my unfailing hope
And Your Shepherd my unfailing Friend,
While I feebly wag my tail in quiet joy.
                                        ...Amen
Your assignment, should you choose to accept it:  Write your own prayers from the ark.  Pick the animals or insects that you want and write a little prayer poem. Imagine what a butterfly’s prayer is like and what a butterfly might say if they prayed to God from the Ark.  Have fun with this.  It can be any animal you want and the prayers can be funny, serious, or whatever.
On your mark.  Get set. Go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Writing prompt: With a nod to Spoon River Anthology



Spoon River Anthology (1915), by Edgar Lee Masters, is a collection of short free-form poems that collectively describe the life of the fictional small town of Spoon River, named after the real Spoon River that ran near Masters' home town. This book was actually printed the same time as Robert Frost’s first book and the two were in tight competition.  As I understand it, Spoon River outsold Frosts’ second book, North of Bostonwhich was published just a little earlier than Spoon River’s publication.  Spoon River Anthology includes two hundred and twelve separate characters, all providing two-hundred forty-four accounts of their lives and losses.  Imagine you walk through a grave yard and as you stand before a tombstone, the spirit of the person buried here rises up and tells you a little story of their life, and sometimes how they died.
Here are two examples  from Spoon River Anthology:
Doc Hill

I went up and down the streets
Here and there by day and night,
Through all hours of the night caring for the poor
who were sick.
Do you know why?
My wife hated me, my son went to the dogs.
And I turned to the people and poured out my
love to them.
Sweet it was to see the crowds about the lawns
on the day of my funeral,
And hear them murmur their love and sorrow.
But oh, dear God, my soul trembled, scarcely able
To hold to the railing of the new life
When I saw Em Stanton behind the oak tree
At the grave,
Hiding herself, and her grief!

Edgar Lee Masters

Daniel M'Cumber

When I went to the city, Mary McNeely,
I meant to return for you, yes I did.
But Laura, my landlady's daughter,
Stole into my life somehow, and won me away.
Then after some years whom should I meet
But Georgine Miner from Niles—sprout
Of the free love, Fourierist gardens that flourished
Before the war all over Ohio.
Her dilettante lover had tired of her,
And she turned to me for strength and solace.
She was some kind of a crying thing
One takes in one's arms, and all at once
It slimes your face with its running nose,
And voids its essence all over you;
Then bites your hand and springs away.
And there you stand bleeding and smelling to heaven!
Why, Mary McNeely, I was not worthy
To kiss the hem of your robe!

Edgar Lee Masters

Your assignment, should you choose to accept it:  is to invent your own cemetery, and write free verse poems of people you imagine buried there, and what brief story would they tell you if they had the chance.  On your mark, get set, GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!