Big thank you to author and photographer Paul Pearson for slow reading my poetry collection Confirm Humanity and posting his a review on his fabulous blog, Lunatic Engine.
You can read Paul’s thoughts here! And while you’re there, please check out his other posts and book reviews.
The big finale! Like every April that I attempt a poem-a-day challenge, the month has flown by, and I can barely remember anything I wrote. May becomes a quieter month, of re-reading and polishing.
Today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt asked for a cento, which is a form I have never tried before. This is a poem that is made up of lines taken from other poems. If you’d like to dig into an in-depth example, here’s John Ashbery’s cento “The Dong with the Luminous Nose,” and here it is again, fully annotated to show where every line originated.
My lines come from a variety of poems posted under the Poetry Foundation’s “Poetry and the Environment” category. I plan to post an annotated version of this, listing all the poems and poets, when I get a chance. But for now it comes incomplete, but appropriate, on a day when I’m about to host a workshop and reading at the Edmonton Poetry Festival about poems that address the climate crisis.
a deer walked into the house while I was writing at the kitchen table
(or: a cento for the end of the world)
the earth says have a place, be what that place requires.
this sort of song tells a certain sort of story,
that it is we who are important.
a story about having something
and then losing it.
then, even here
life will be different, good tillable land so dear.
flames pour forth when the faucet’s unstopped.
here the worst ever. every tree hurt.
how easy it is to live with little deaths
their beauty has more meaning
in past tense.
the deer
looked at me with a stilled defiant terror, like a thing with no choices.
what will survive us
has already begun
The penultimate day of the poem-a-day challenge! I think I say that every year, mostly because I love the word “penultimate.” I may say that every year too.
Because of regular life busy-ness, and the Edmonton Poetry Festival workshop and reading I have tomorrow, all I’ve managed today is another micro inspired by the 30/30 prompt “a slight change of plans.”
the way
one slight change
can create an opening
for a substantial
difference
The NaPoWriMo.net prompt for the day was to write a “duplex.” A “duplex” is a variation on the sonnet, developed by the poet Jericho Brown. Here’s one of his first “Duplex” poems, and here is a duplex written by the poet I.S. Jones. Like a typical sonnet, a duplex has fourteen lines. It’s organized into seven, two-line stanzas. The second line of the first stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the second stanza, the second line of the second stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the third stanza, and so on. The last line of the poem is the same as the first. Completing this was tough for me, partly because it’s an exciting, but challenging form, and partly because what emerged in the writing was a difficult topic. I’d say it’s definitely not ready, but my opening and closing line to share are:
Some memories are fluid, like water taking the shape of what holds them.
Today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt is based on the aisling, a poetic form that developed in Ireland. An aisling recounts a dream or vision featuring a woman who represents the land or country on/in which the poet lives, and who speaks to the poet about it. The challenge was to write a poem that recounts a dream or vision, and in which a woman appears who represents or reflects the area in which you live.
My poemy brain is busy with the final day of CV2’s 2-Day Poem Contest, so all I’ve managed here is a micro/senryu sort of thing for the 30/30 prompt “second thought.”
It’s a prompt combo day, using the 30/30 phrase “opposite of history” and the NaPoWriMo.net prompt asking for a poem written in the style of Kay Ryan, whose poems tend to be short and snappy – with a lot of rhyme and soundplay. They also have a deceptive simplicity about them, like proverbs or aphorisms. Examples here with “Token Loss,” “Blue China Doorknob,” “Houdini,” and “Crustacean Island,” and my copycat poem below.