Friday, February 1, 2013

February Challenge: A Six Line Poem




Joseph Stroud’s book, Of this World: New and Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2009), begins with 84 six-line poems. He calls the section, “Suite for the Common.” With one exception (to be discussed later), the lines in each particular poem are of roughly equal length. The poems in this “Suite” cover a multitude of themes: childhood, responses to literature and objects of art, family and relationships, travel, and death. A variety of poetic devises, including metaphor, assonance, alliteration, and internal rhyme, have been used to enrich the collection.

I have not discussed the intended meaning, if any, of these poems or the poetic techniques with Stroud. Another reader probably would selected different favorites from the set, and would highlight different poetic techniques. This commentary on the poems is my subjective response.

“Night in Day,” one of my favorites from “Suite for the Common” is posted on the website of The Poetry Foundation. You can find it at http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/237296#poem.

Having read this poem, I will never again view obsidian, crows or watermelon seeds in the same way.

Reading the poetry carefully, I notice that the words “light” and “night” are each used twice, giving the poem internal rhyme. The poem has just the right amount of alliteration—enough to enrich the poem without calling attention to itself and thus diverting the reader’s attention. On first reading I was not fully aware of the “g” sound until I read the last line although it occurs in “give,” “great,” “guzzle,” “glistening” and “grass.”. Reading the poem aloud now, though, I see how that sound serves to link the six lines sonically. The “t” and “s” sounds also enhance the sound of the poem.

My husband, who isn’t too fond of poetry as a rule, got a chuckle out the following poem when I read it to him:

The Life of a Dog

Marie understands: Go get your rug! Want to go for a ride?
Time to eat! Where’s your toy? BAD dog! GOOD dog!
But she has problems with Come back here! Don’t jump
on the guest! At times when we’re alone, when she’s looking
pensive, I’ll say to her slowly and sadly, What do you think
of existential angst? She’ll look up and her tail will wag & wag.

~ Joseph Stroud

A lot of people can identify with this poem. If you don’t have a dog, you may have a child who doesn’t understand, “Come back here!” Or a cat like one we used to have who hid from guests, unless the guest in question hated or feared or was allergic to cats. Then she delighted in creeping out of the corner, and jumping in their lap. I suppose most people with pets sometimes wonder what their animal friends are thinking, especially when they are “looking pensive.”

I wonder if Stroud drafted this poem, then moved the instructions to Marie around or if they fell into this order immediately. Was he intentional in putting the sentences with “rug” and “ride” on the same line? And on the next line, “time” and “toy”? This organization of the lines works well. The strongest part of the poem is the ending. It is humorous and ironic. Also, the “a” in “wag” echoes the “a” from “angst” at the end. Rereading the poem, it is easy to identify the assonance given the entire poem by the short “a” sound, beginning with the word “understands.”

Some of the poems are much more serious.

The Executions on Príncipe Pío Hill

I stand before the Goya in the Prado,
so close all I can see is paint, but if I step back,
a scene appears—men against a wall, soldiers
aiming rifles—so I keep stepping back—
across an ocean, across time, backing away,
hoping it will focus into something I can bear.

~ Joseph Stroud

This poem shows the narrator standing before Goya’s powerful painting of French soldiers executing Spanish men who resisted Napoleon’s attempted take-over of the Iberian Peninsula. The desire to back away and not see so clearly is an elegant way of showing (not telling) that the painting has a strong visceral impact on the viewer.

The poem can be a metaphor for the very human desire not to see such things, for fear we might feel called upon to respond—and thus end up against the wall with these victims.

For me, one of the sonic effects that stands out is the use of the two words with the long “a”: painting and aiming. Obviously they are not exact rhymes, but that sound stands out in this short work. For me they heighten the drama of the artist depicting (in a modern way) the impact of warfare. Another sound effect that seems especially appropriate to the subject matter is the seven-fold repetition of the “k” (or hard “c”) sound. In my subjective reading, that sound stands for the repeated shots from the French guns.

As I mentioned earlier, one poem in the set breaks the pattern of making all six lines roughly equal in length.

My Father Died

I put down the phone. I put down the phone.
What is there to hold on to? Now grief
will have its way. There is a great machine
in the blackness that dismantles one moment
from the next. It makes the sound of the heart
but it is heartless.

~ Joseph Stroud

This poem, I think, does an excellent job of depicting grief. In my reading, the missing half line says more eloquently than words could, that sometimes there is nothing to say. Much more could be said about this poem.

Poetry Challenge for February

You may have guessed by now that the challenge for February is to write a poem of six lines of relatively equal length. The theme is open. Use various poetic devises, but don’t overdo it. No poems with rhymed couplets or other regular rhyme, please (save them for another time). Poems which could have been slipped into Stroud’s “Suite for the Common” will have the advantage, but make it your own in some profound way.


How to Submit Your Poem
Please put your name at the bottom of the poem (note the format used above). Poems published in books or on the Internet (including Facebook and other on-line social networks) are not eligible. If your poem has been published in a periodical, please include publication data. Poems submitted after the February 15 deadline will not be considered.

I reserve the right to declare no winner, if the judges for the month do not believe any poem submitted is quite good enough. Decisions of the judges are final.

Send your poem to wildamorris[at]ameritech[dot]net (substitute the @ sign for “at” and a . for [dot]). Put "February Poetry Challenge" in the subject line of your email. If you want a bio published with your poem should it be a winner, please include put a brief bio below your poem. Submission of a poem gives permission for the poem to be posted on the blog if it is a winner. The deadline is February 15, 2012. Copyright on poems is retained by their authors. 
More about Joseph Stroud

Joseph Stroud’s poem used with permission from the author. They are all from Of this World: New and Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2009), pages 3 (“Night in Day”), 11 (“Life of a Dog”); 26 (“An Execution on Príncipe Pío Hill”), and 14 (“My Father Died”). The book contains numerous longer poems of various kinds, including odes, narrative poems, and compressed lyrics.

Stroud has published several other collections of poetry, including Signatures (1982); Below Cold Mountain (1998); and Country of Light (2004), a finalist for the 2005 Northern California Book Critics Award. Stroud, a Pulitzer Prize winner, was awarded a Witter Bynner Fellowship by the Library of Congress. He lives in California, where he divides his time between Santa Cruz and a cabin in the Sierra Nevada mountains. I had the pleasure of meeting him and hearing him read from his work at the 2012 San Miguel Poetry Week in Mexico (http://www.sanmiguelpoetry.com/).
© 2013 Wilda Morris



Thursday, January 31, 2013

January 2013 Challenge Winners - Shoes




The January challenge gave poets the option of writing about shoes or about siblings or both. Interestingly, more poets chose shoes.

Merle Hazard, final judge for the January poetry challenge, selected two winners, both shoe poems. Concerning “Shoes” by Jackie Langetieg, she says, “The images are crisp and fresh, and the poet uses many senses to create his/her message. . . . it is a warm poem. . . .”

Shoes

My father's shoes--
like twins 
or seeds of popcorn--
developed independently of each other.
A dimple on the left
a round home for a bunion 
on the right,
the top chewed on by the dog.

Shaped by forays through mud
 
dried in a radiator's heat,
their aroma was the woods,
the damp marsh.

With care and caressing ,
they developed a rich inner glow.
Age softened them.
Abandoned now in the closet,
they recall for me his smile
cold red cheeks
and falling asleep in his lap.

~ Jackie Langetieg

Jackie Langetieg, Madison, writes poetry and fiction and has published her work in small journals and anthologies. She served as co-editor for the 2004 Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets’ Calendar. In 2000, a chapbook, White Shoulders, was published by Cross+Roads Press. She received the 1999 Excellence in Poetry award from the Wisconsin Academy of Sciences, Arts and Letters and the 1999 Jade Ring for poetry. She has received the Joyce C. Webb poetry prize. She has two additional books: Just What in Hell is a Stage of Grief and Confetti in a Night Sky.


Concerning the other winning poem, “Shoes, secret face of an inner life,” Merle says, “I like this poem because I become the shoes.” She likes the “sparse and terse use of the words that tell so much.”

Shoes, secret face of an inner life
shy and quiet,

sitting in the corner,

with mouths open dry―
waiting to be put on,

pacing mile after mile,

wondering who will
spare a glimpse at you,

and demand another pair.
~ Anna Yin

Anna Yin won the 2005 Ted Plantos Memorial Award and 2010 MARTY Award for her poetry. Her poems in English & Chinese and ten translations by her were in a Canadian Studies textbook used by Humber College. She has written three chapbooks. Her book, Wings Toward Sunlight, was published by Mosaic Press in 2011.  You can find her website at annapoetry.com.

Copyright of these poems is retained by the authors.


Merle Hazard, the final judge this month, is author of the “example poem” for January. She lives in Georgia. She is a well-published poet whose work appears regularly in the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets Calendars (she lived Wisconsin twice, for a total of 26 years).


© 2013 Wilda Morris




Tuesday, January 1, 2013

January 2013 Poetry Challenge

For several years I have participated in a small poetry group which meets in a small sandwich and bakery shop. Each month when we meet, one person brings a poem they have read somewhere (usually in a book or journal, but sometimes on–line). The poem is read aloud and discussed for a while, then we close our mouths and take up our pens or pencils. I am continually amazed by the variety of poems which result from the inspiration of one interesting poem. Each poet brings her (yes, this group is only composed of females, but that would not have to be the case) own life experiences, interests, prior knowledge of poetry and of the “world” inhabited by the poem.

The January Challenge invites you to read and enjoy a poem by Merle Hazard. Read it aloud as well as silently. Discuss (if only with yourself) whatever strikes you about the poem and what it reminds you of. Then follow the further instructions below:

Little Brother

He tripped on
the loose laces
of banged up
brown oxfords,
socks slopped
around his ankles.

Those leather toes were
scraped and scuffed,
battle-wounded
from hours of
make-believe war
waged in the weedy
vacant lot behind
our house.

Shoes, covered in oozy
brown mud, shed
by the kitchen door
where the dirt dried,
caked and peeled
off cryptic notes
on the door mat.

Little boy shoes
dodged a ball and ran
the bases, raised
dust sliding home.
And on Sunday
those brown oxfords, that
no polish could redeem,
kicked and thumped
the pew back
during too long sermons.

Once my brother
and his friend lured me
beyond my fear of heights
into their tree house.
They scurried down the stick-
and-board ladder, pulling it
after them, leaving me
stranded like Rapunzel
on an ash tree.

The next day I hid
those brown oxfords.
They lurked in the dusty
corner of my closet
while he had to pad
about the house
in bare feet, unable
to set foot outdoors.

The punishment
was a perfect fit.

~ Merle Hazard

© Merle Hazard. This poem was first published in The Scene, May 2001.

January Poetry Challenge

“Little Brother” has a lot of inspirational possibilities.

Shoes. All sorts of stories could be told about shoes. I remember those high heels

that made me feel sophisticated during my late teen years. The shoes my four-year-old son couldn’t find when it was time to go to church. Baby shoes I put on my first granddaughter’s precious little feet. My nephew having a lot of stitches in his had because he tripped on his shoe laces (a cautionary tale for those of you who don't tie your shoestrings!)

The kind of shoes someone wears may tell you a lot about them. Shoes can be a metaphor for something else. Or you might use metonymy, and let a particular kind of shoe stand for a group of people.

Or little brothers. I have a lot of memories of my “baby brother” Tom, though most don’t have much to do with shoes. I was in high school when Tom was born in December. My older sister and I wrapped him in a blanket and put him under the decorated tree to take his picture, because we thought he was the all-time best Christmas present anyone in the family had ever received. Once Tom scared me by riding his trike too close to the end of the sidewalk – and somersaulted it down into the driveway below. He liked for me to read and reread the same Little Golden Book. I believe the title was Roddy, the Cement Mixer. Tom spent some time with my husband and me after we were married. He played with toy soldiers, using the books off my shelf to build forts – and after he had gone back home, I found a small pair of white socks behind some of the books [That experience shows up in a poem I wrote about war].

These are only some for the prompts that come to me as I read this poem by Merle Hazard. There is also the mud, the tree house, the simile of Rapunzel. . . .

The challenge for January gives poets a lot of options. Write a poem inspired by the poem, “Little Brother.” You can write about shoes, or siblings (during childhood), or anything else mentioned above. Or if inspiration takes you in a different direction, that is also okay, so long as you add a note to explain the relationship of your poem to this one.

Your poem may be in free or formal verse (if you use a form, specify which form it is). It may be a serious poem or a light one. A poem with both depth and poetic artistry will have the best chance of winning.

How to Submit Your Poem:

Please put your name at the bottom of the poem (note the format used above). Poems published in books or on the Internet (including Facebook and other on-line social networks) are not eligible. If your poem has been published in a periodical, please include publication data. Poems submitted after the January 15 deadline will not be considered.

I reserve the right to declare no winner, if the judges for the month do not believe any poem submitted is quite good enough. Decisions of the judges are final.

Send your poem to wildamorris[at]ameritech[dot]net (substitute the @ sign for “at” and a . for [dot]). Put "January Challenge" in the subject line of your email. If you want a bio published with your poem should it be a winner, please include put a brief bio below your poem. Submission of a poem gives permission for the poem to be posted on the blog if it is a winner. The deadline is January 15, 2012. Copyright on poems is retained by their authors.

© 2012 Wilda Morris

Friday, December 28, 2012

December 2012 Challenge Winner - The Wind


Thank you to those who entered the December Poetry Challenge. Congratulations to Taoli-Ambika Talwar, the winner this month. Here is her poem:

Crafty Wind!


                Crafty Wind! You
carve lands mountains
deserts that sway across vast sky
covering hidden oasis
               You, Evocateur!
Of desire pulse through
terrible moments
           birth love betrayal
             Yes, You!
Sing through leaves
newly awakened
carry tunes through fires
roiling across summer landscapes
             You!
Hardly so surreptitious
carry away lover’s notes
lawyer’s sheaves of analyses
             You wild and naughty
a drunken man’s breath
sodden on windy wet pavement
Awakener! Annihilator!
You make things fly
houses in tumult,
stillness where breath
suddenly laughs…
How shall I contain you
moving passionately through me?
A song wishing to sing itself
softly as breath, a wild Ave Maria
God smiles through me,
who also birthed you…
Windows swing wide open,
I am spun around: shall we dance?
I am breathless.
Shape me with your craft!
Or contain me on your palms,
whisper to me words of love.
Set me sail on a boat
leeward where beloved awaits
and doors awake with light.
~ Taoli-Ambika Talwar

Copyright of the poem remains with the author. Do not copy without permission.

Talwar shows the wind in its many moods and activities, from whispering and singing to roiling across landscapes leaving destruction in its wake. Yet, the poem seems to indicate that even when it appears to destroy, the wind is creating, for it carves new landscapes of land and mountain.
To what extent is this “Awakener! Annihilator!” literally the wind, and to what extent is it metaphoric? And if the later, for what is it a metaphor. Since Talwar writes in the ecstatic tradition, the reader must ask, “who is ‘the beloved’ who awaits?” Is the beloved a human partner, or the divine? Or, in some mysterious way, might it be both?
Read the poem several times to capture the many moods of the wind, and ponder who, for you as the reader, is the beloved, as well as the metaphoric possibilities of the poem.

AMBIKA TALWAR is an educator, published author and artist, who has written poetry since her teen years. She has authored Creative Resonance: Poetry—Elegant Play, Elegant Change, 4 Stars & 25 Roses (poems for her father) and other chapbooks. Her style is largely ecstatic, making her poetry a “bridge to other worlds.” She is published in Kyoto Journal, Inkwater Ink - vol. 3, Chopin with Cherries, On Divine Names, VIA-Vision in Action, in Poets on Site chapbooks/collections, St. Julian Press, and other journals; has been interviewed by KPFK; has recorded poems for the Pacific Asia Museum; and has won an award for a short film at a festival in Belgium. She also practices IE:Intuition-Energetics™, a fusion of various modalities, goddess lore, sacred geometry and creative principles for health/wellness. “Both poetry and holistic practices work beautifully together, for language is intricately coded in us. In resonance with our authentic self, we experience wholeness & wellness,” she notes. “I love to work with people to help them discover their unique creative purpose.” Look out for the new site: creativeinfinities.com. She has taught English at Cypress College, Cypress, California, for several years. She is originally from India.
Sites: http://goldenmatrixvisions.com & http://intuition2wellness.com Interview: http://www.timothy-green.org/blog/taoli-ambika-talwar/ Check this blog on January 1 or soon thereafter for the January Poetry Challenge. Happy New Year!

© 2012 Wilda Morris