Showing posts with label Pequod Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pequod Poems. Show all posts

Saturday, May 1, 2021

May Challenge: Whaling and Fishing


Technically, whaling is not fishing, because whales are not fish. But there are similarities. In both cases, people try to catch a creature that lives in the water. Whaling was big business when whale oil was used to light homes. Only the discovery of how to harness electricity and use it for lighting saved whales—especially sperm whales—from extinction. This month we will look at poems of whaling and fishing.

Whaling was a dangerous occupation. Whaling ships were often at sea for months at a time. Discipline was important, since the crew members lived in close proximity to one another. Some ship captains were quite tyrannical and made life at sea intolerable. Herman Melville, author of Moby-Dick, the most famous whaling novel, spent some time on a whale ship. Like many other men of his day, he abandoned ship before the voyage had been completed and eventually got home another way.

Whaling, as Moby-Dick illustrates, was dangerous even if the captain wasn’t mentally disturbed or tyrannous. The following poem reflects one perspective on the dangers, a perspective Ishmael expressed in the novel.

 

Ishmael Tells His Son the Dangers of Whaling

All hands on deck, we pulled down sails,
lashed whale boats more tightly to the sides,
bailed out water as lightning slashed the sky
and winds wracked the ship, threatening
to tip us into Davy Jones’ locker. The winds shrieked
and pounced like angry lions. Thunder growled
and crashed like cymbals. I struggled to stand upright,
to keep the tiller straight, steering into the oncoming wave,
as Poseidon roiled the sea, stirred clouds
into a torrential downpour. Or was it Tawhiri,
Polynesian god of storms, who rocked us,
tried to pull us into the vortex?
The gale knocked me to the floor.
Water rose like walls, slammed down on us.
Death stared me in the face as darkness
was sliced again by light. I was alert,
every part of me alive in the threatening night.

More dangerous, though, were the long days
of sunlight and warm breezes. From the rigging
I watched for whales until lulled into listlessness
and languor. Thoughts flowed into my mind,
passing through like the gentle waves.
My head emptied into hypnotic daydreams.
My eyes glazed like the sea. Time and again
I almost lost my grip and slipped from the rope.
I would have left but a few bubbles
in the calm surface as I fell through.

~ Wilda Morris

From Pequod Poems: Gamming with Moby-Dick (Kelsay Books, 2012). Available from the publisher at https://kelsaybooks.com/products/pequod-poems-gamming-with-moby-dick, or from amazon.com at https://www.amazon.com/Pequod-Poems-Moby-Dick-Wilda-Morris/dp/1949229602/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=Pequod+Poems&qid=1619875023&s=books&sr=1-1.
 

Fishing is more varied. You can fish at sea, or on a pond, river, lake, or reservoir. You can fish from a boat or a jetty, or while sitting or standing on a bank or bridge. You can fish with a pole or a net. You can use technological devises to help locate fish or do it the old-fashioned way.

The fishermen in the poem below are casting their lines close to shore.

Oh, When the Saints . . .

Bent over his guitar, bobbing
to its rhythm, he sits on the center wall
that runs the length of the breakwater

Up and down the jetty
people are dancing, dancing
alone or in pairs

I want to be in that number

Even the fishermen
waiting for a bite
bounce to the beat

~ Phyllis Wax

From Jerry Jazz Musician at http://jerryjazzmusician.com/2019/08/oh-when-the-saints-a-poem-by-phyllis-wax/.

 

You can also wade into the water to fish:

Trout Fishing in the Rockies

My son loves to outfit his aging
flat-lander father with chest-high
waders, rainbows of handmade flies,
super-light fly rod, creel on hip,
then hike to the highest trout lake.
 
The arduous trail is strewn
with big rocks, fallen trees
and roots that bulge like big
biceps out of the earth. I stumble,
pick myself up. My chest heaves
 
in air thin as trout-skin. Winded,
I rest on a boulder with round
places for my elbows. “Are we
almost there?” I call between deep
draughts of light air. “Just another
 
hundred yards or so, hang in there.”
Now, at water’s edge, the boy rigs
my rod. With strong hands he steadies
me as we wade in cool spring-fed
waters. The sun shines high; the lake
 
sparkles rippling in the gentle breeze.
Out of this hard hike, this weary body,
this empty creel, comes one magical
moment, clean and clear, a moment
always known--now said, “I love you, Dad."

~ Michael Escoubas

Originally published on Your Daily Poem at http://www.yourdailypoem.com/listpoem.jsp?poem_id=2605.

 

Some other fishing poems:

“Fishing,” by Wilda Morris - http://quillandparchment.com/archives/August2020/fish1.html.

“Fishing on the Poetic Pond,” by Shirley Ann Leonard - http://illinoispoets.org/poems0206.htm#FishingthePoeticPond.

“gone fishing,” by Steven Kappes -  http://illinoispoets.org/poems1015.htm#gonefishing.

A collection of fishing poems: https://discoverpoetry.com/poems/fishing-poems/

 

The May Challenge:

PLEASE NOTE: THE SUBMISSION ADDRESS CHANGED RECENTLY.

ALSO, please follow the guidelines carefully. For example, if your name is at the top of the page or under the title instead of at the bottom, I might accidentally miss it when preparing to send the poems to the judge, and your poem could be disqualified as a result, since judging should be done blind. If it isn’t under your poem, I might mistype it. Also, if you don’t follow the directions in how to write the subject line of your email, your poem might be missed.

The challenge for this month is a poem about fishing or whaling.

Your poem may be serious or humorous. The poem may be metaphoric, or literal. Title your poem unless it is in a form that discourages titles. Single-space. Note that the blog format does not accommodate long lines; if they are used, they have to be broken in two, with the second part indented (as in the poem “Lilith,” one of the May 2018 winners), or the post has to use small print. Put your name and a brief third-person bio under your poem. Please keep the poem on the left margin (standard 1” margin). Do not put any part of your submission on a colored background. Do not use a fancy font and do not use a header or footer.

You may submit a published poem if you retain copyright, but please include publication data. This applies to poems published in books, journals, newspapers, or on the Internet. Poems already used on this blog are not eligible to win, but the poets may submit a different poem, unless the poet has been a winner the last three months.

The deadline is May 15. Poems submitted after the deadline will not be considered. There is no charge to enter, so there are no monetary rewards; however, winners are published on this blog. Please don’t stray too far from “family-friendly” language (some children and teens read this blog). No simultaneous submissions, please. You should know by the end of the month whether or not your poem will be published. Decision of the judge or judges is final.

The poet retains copyright on each poem. If a previously unpublished poem wins and is published elsewhere later, please give credit to this blog. I do not register copyright with the US copyright office, but by US law, the copyright belongs to the writer unless the writer assigns it to someone else.

If the same poet wins three months in a row (which has not happened thus far), he or she will be asked not to submit the following two months.

How to Submit Your Poem:

Send one poem only to wildamorris4[at]gmail[dot]com (substitute the @ sign for “at” and a . for “dot”). Put “May Poetry Challenge Submission” FOLLOWED BY YOUR NAME in the subject line of your email. Include a brief bio that can be printed with your poem if you are a winner this month. Please put your name and bio UNDER THE POEM in your email and/or attachment. If the poem has been published before, please put that information UNDER the poem also. NOTE: If you sent your poem to my other email address, or do not use the correct subject line, the poem may get lost and not be considered for publication. Do not submit poems as PDF files. Please excuse repetition in stating the rules. You might be surprised how many poets do not adhere carefully to the guidelines.

Submission of a poem gives permission for the poem to be posted on the blog if it is a winner, so be sure that you put your name (exactly as you would like it to appear if you do win) at the end of the poem.

Poems may be pasted into an email or sent as an attachment (Doc, Docx, rich text or plain text; no pdf files, please). or both. Please do not indent the poem or center it on the page. It helps if you submit the poem in the format used on the blog (Title and poem left-justified; title in bold (not all capital letters); your name at the bottom of the poem). Also, please do not use multiple spaces instead of commas in the middle of lines. I have no problem with poets using that technique (I sometimes do it myself). However, I have difficulty getting the blog to accept and maintain extra spaces.

Poems shorter than 40 lines are generally preferred but longer poems will be considered.

Bios:

Michael Escoubas is the author of a chapbook, Light Comes Softly, two full-length ekphrastic collections, Monet in Poetry and Paint, and Steve Henderson in Poetry and Paint. His most recent book is entitled, "Little Book of Devotions: Poems that Connect Nature, God and Man," which reflects on 2020, the year of the Coronavirus. Escoubas is Editor and Staff Book Reviewer for the highly regarded literary and cultural arts online poetry journal, Quill and Parchment.

Wilda Morris, Workshop Chair, Poets and Patrons of Chicago and past President, Illinois State Poetry Society, has published in numerous anthologies, webzines, and print publications, and has let poetry workshops for children and adults in several states. She has won awards for formal and free verse and haiku, including the 2019 Founders’ Award from the National Federation of State Poetry Societies. Her second poetry book, Pequod Poems: Gamming with Moby-Dick was published in 2019. She finds even annoying insects interesting.

Phyllis Wax writes in Milwaukee on a bluff overlooking Lake Michigan. She loves to walk on the nearby breakwater, to be surrounded by the lake yet have wonderful views of the city. Her poetry has appeared in many journals and anthologies, both in print and online, with subjects ranging from social issues to nature to jazz. Three of her poems are included in the recently released Lullabies & Confessions: Poetic Explorations of Parenting Across the Lifespan (University Professors Press).

 

 

Wednesday, July 1, 2020

July Challenge - name acrostic or lipogram

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon from Pexels


Down the centuries, poets have enjoyed the challenge of playing with words. Often a poet will find that adhering to the rules of a particular form will lead them to unexpected insights or thoughts that enrich their writing. Acrostic poetry, especially the form now called abecedarian dates back at least to the Hebrew Scripture. When we read one of the acrostic Psalms in translation, we don’t realize that the poet began the first verse with the first letter of the Hebrew alphabet, the second verse with the second letter, etc.

One popular form of acrostic begins each line with a letter of the name of someone about whom the poet is writing. In 1819, British poet John Keats wrote a three stanza poem about his sister:


Georgiana August Keats

Give me your patience, sister, while I frame
Exact in capitals your golden name;
Or sue the fair Apollo and he will
Rouse from his heavy slumber and instill
Great love in me for thee and Poesy.
Imagine not that greatest mastery
And kingdom over all the Realms of verse,
Nears more to heaven in aught, than when we nurse
And surety give to love and Brotherhood.

Anthropophagi in Othello's mood;
Ulysses storm'd and his enchanted belt
Glow with the Muse, but they are never felt
Unbosom'd so and so eternal made,
Such tender incense in their laurel shade
To all the regent sisters of the Nine
As this poor offering to you, sister mine.

Kind sister! aye, this third name says you are;
Enchanted has it been the Lord knows where;
And may it taste to you like good old wine,
Take you to real happiness and give
Sons, daughters and a home like honied hive.

~ John Keats


Edgar Allan Poe addressed an acrostic poem to Elizabeth:


Elizabeth

Elizabeth it is in vain you say
“Love not” — thou sayest it in so sweet a way:
In vain those words from thee or L. E. L.
Zantippe’s talents had enforced so well:
Ah! if that language from thy heart arise,
Breathe it less gently forth — and veil thine eyes.
Endymion, recollect, when Luna tried
To cure his love — was cured of all beside —
His folly — pride — and passion — for he died.

~ Edgar Allan Poe


Lucy Tyrrell, poet laureate of Bayfield, Wisconsin, recently penned a moving poem in which the acrostic begins with the title.

gaze out the open window

enter green worlds of early summer—
over the swaying grasses, swallowtail
rises, dances to the scent of lilacs,
graceful wings proclaim freedom,
embrace each precious cell of life

fireflies at dusk blink soft
light of landscape and place,
overwhelm a simple heart
yes—yet, mourn deeply at this window—nature can’t erase
death-press of knee to black neck, whose voice cries,

“I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. Mama. Mama.”

- Lucy Tyrrell


Used by permission of the author.

Part of the artistry of Tyrrell's poem is that if you were not told in advance that the poem was an acrostic, you might believe from the title and first stanza that you were reading a nature poem. The contrast between the beauty of nature and the horrific event at the end is stark, but we are led into it in a subtle way.


Another excellent contemporary name acrostic, “Canticular Acrostic” by Anthony Kerrigan can be found at https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=28374. 


Paul Hansford wrote a double acrostic (also called a shadow poem) about the little village of Stroud. The lines begin and end with the letters of the town’s name (in order, of course). You can find the poem several places on the Internet, including https://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/2016/10/24/poetry-prompt-double-acrostic/.


As with the acrostic, there are subtypes of the lipogram. A lippgram is a prose or poetic work in which the writer is forbidden to use certain letters or, to put it more positively, is limited to only certain letters. Lasues of Hermoine in ancient Greece is believed to have written the first lipogram, a poem written without use of the letter sigma. There is a long history of lipograms, including novels by French writer, Georges Perec. La Disparition, published in 1969, was written without the letter E. He followed it up in 1972 with Les Revenentes, in which he used no vowels except for E.

A name lipogram uses only the letters in the name of the person the poem is written about. It helps if the person has a long name with a variety of letters. When I wrote my book, Pequod Poems: Gamming with Moby-Dick, I took on the challenge of writing about Melville using only the letters in his name. The challenge was made more difficult by the fact that Melville had no middle name. I was limited to using three vowels (e, a, i) and 6 consonants ( h, r, m, n, l, v).


Herman Melville Explains Himself

I am air
I am rain
I am hail

I am a hammer
and a nail

I mine evil

I am raven
I am eel

I am lava
I am larvae

I veil
and I reveal

~ Wilda Morris


From Pequod Poems: Gamming with Moby-Dick (Kelsay Books, 2019).


Limiting myself to the constraints of a name lipogram, I wrote a poem I would not have written otherwise. In doing so, I believe I expressed multiple truths about Melville, though in an abstract way.


The July Challenge:

PLEASE FOLLOW GUIDELINES CAREFULLY. If your name is at the top of the page or under the title, I might accidentally miss it when preparing to send the poems to the judge, and it could be disqualified as a result. Also, if you don’t follow the directions in how to write the subject line of your email, your poem might be missed.

Write an acrostic name poem, a double acrostic name poem. or a name lipogram. You could pick someone famous, or it could be a friend or member of your family. Maybe there is a 2020 graduate or a new baby you would like to honor in this way. You might use your father’s name and write him a poem for Father’s Day. It is also an interesting way to deal with history or, as in Tyrrell’s poem, current events. It might be about a poet or writer. You could even use your own name. Whichever approach you chose, the poem is to be based on the name of a person. No greeting card name poems, please (the Internet is full of them). You may address the person, write about the person, or write in the voice of the person.

Sometimes a golden shovel poem is called an end-line acrostic, but this form is excluded from the challenge this month.

Title your poem. Single-space. Note that the blog format does not accommodate long lines; if they are used, they have to be broken in two, with the second part indented (as in the poem “Lilith,” one of the May 2018 winners), or the post has to use small print.  Put your name and bio under your poem. Please keep the poem on the left margin (standard 1” margin). Do not put any part of your submission on a colored background. Do not use a fancy font.

You may submit a published poem if you retain copyright, but please include publication data. This applies to poems published in books, journals, newspapers, or on the Internet. Poems already used on this blog are not eligible to win, but the poets may submit a different poem, unless the poet has been a winner the last three months.

The deadline is July 15. Poems submitted after the deadline will not be considered. There is no charge to enter, so there are no monetary rewards; however, winners are published on this blog. Please don’t stray too far from “family-friendly” language (some children and teens read this blog). No simultaneous submissions, please. You should know by the end of the month whether or not your poem will be published. Decision of the judge or judges is final.

The poet retains copyright on each poem. If a previously unpublished poem wins and is published elsewhere later, please give credit to this blog. I do not register copyright with the US copyright office, but by US law, the copyright belongs to the writer unless the writer assigns it to someone else.

If the same poet wins three months in a row (which has not happened thus far), he or she will be asked not to submit the following two months.

How to Submit Your Poem: NOTE SLIGHT CHANGE IN THE GUIDELINES

Send one poem only to wildamorris[at]ameritech[dot]net (substitute the @ sign for “at” and a . for “dot”). Put “July Poetry Challenge Submission” FOLLOWED BY YOUR NAME in the subject line of your email. Include a brief bio that can be printed with your poem if you are a winner this month. Please put your name and bio UNDER the poem in your email and/or attachment. If the poem has been published before, please put that information UNDER the poem also. NOTE: If you sent your poem to my other email address, or do not use the correct subject line, the poem may get lost and not be considered for publication. Do not submit poems as PDF files. Pease excuse repetition in stating the rules. You might be surprised how many poets do not adhere carefully to the rules. That can create more work for me.

Submission of a poem gives permission for the poem to be posted on the blog if it is a winner, so be sure that you put your name (exactly as you would like it to appear if you do win) at the end of the poem.

Poems may be pasted into an email or sent as an attachment (Doc, Docx, rich text or plain text; no pdf files, please). or both. Please do not indent the poem or center it on the page. It helps if you submit the poem in the format used on the blog (Title and poem left-justified; title in bold (not all in capital letters); your name at the bottom of the poem). Also, please do not use multiple spaces instead of commas in the middle of lines. I have no problem with poets using that technique (I sometimes do it myself). However I have difficulty getting the blog to accept and maintain extra spaces.

Poems shorter than 40 lines are generally preferred but longer poems will be considered.


Bios:

Lucy Tyrrell's poems are inspired by nature and wild landscapes, outdoor pursuits, family stories, and travel. In 2016, after 16 years in Alaska, she traded a big mountain (Denali) for a big lake (Lake Superior). Lucy lives near Bayfield, Wisconsin and is Bayfield's poet laureate for 2020 - 2021. Her favorite verbs to live by are experience and create.

Wilda Morris Wilda Morris, Workshop Chair of Poets and Patrons of Chicago and a past President of the Illinois State Poetry Society, has been published in numerous anthologies, webzines, and print publications, including The Ocotillo Review, Turtle Island Quarterly, Li Poetry, Puffin Circus, and Journal of Modern Poetry. She has won awards for formal and free verse and haiku. She was given the Founders’ Award by the National Federation of State Poetry Societies in 2019. Much of the work on her second poetry book, Pequod Poems: Gamming with Moby-Dick (published in 2019), was written during a Writer’s Residency on Martha’s Vineyard. Pequod Poems can be ordered from the publisher or amazon.com, or, if you would like an autographed copy, email the author at wildamorris[at]ameritech[dot]net (substitute the @ sign for “at” and a . for “dot”).

You can purchase Pequod Poems: Gamming with Moby-Dick from Kelsay Books (https://kelsaybooks.com/products/pequod-poems-gamming-with-moby-dick) or on amazon.com. Or, if you would like to purchase an autographed copy, email me at wildamorris[at]ameritech[dot]net.



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