Mary Oliver Mashup – May 5
Mary Oliver Mashup Month – May 3
Mary Oliver credits Christopher Smart for his original poem “For I Will Consider My Cat Jeoffrey,”
(Jubilate Agno, Fragment B) and uses his framework for a mirror poem in “For I Will Consider My Dog Percy.” As a Mary Oliver Mashup for May 3, I use her framework for a mirror poem as well.
For his uncle calls him Rorschach, like the ink blot he appears to be in photographs.
Mary Oliver Mash-Up, May 2
Yesterday’s poem was modeled after Mary Oliver’s “If You are Holding This Book,” from her book Dog Songs.
If You Are Holding My Hand
you may not agree, you may not care, but
if you are holding my hand you should know
that of all the sights I love in this world –
and there are plenty – very near the top of
the list is this one: a mountain cabin
in a raging blizzard
with a blazing fireplace
and obscure books.
Poetry challenge: Borrow lines from your favorite poet to create a new poem.
Poetry challenge from Sarah Donovan: choose any day of our 39 days of poetry and borrow the lines of various poets to create a new poem.
Poetry challenge from Aida Salazar: Take an original poem you’ve written, but change words and punctuation to rewrite it in a different voice, such as a child’s voice, a comedian’s voice, a mortician’s voice, etc.
What a fun challenge to write in another voice. Here is my original poem:
A Second Letter
The Yellow Envelope
contains The Secret –
Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister
Three Days Missing
After The Funeral,
as you are Learning To Walk In The Dark
there is A Hope in the Unseen
when you feel Alone
may you find Peace Like A River
Remember Me Always
i’ll be Where The Heart Is
Here it is rewritten, in the voice of a small southern town gossipin’ woman in church:
The Grievin’ Widder
That there cheap pine box
seals the mystery she reckons she’s keepin’.
Talk of the Town!
“A wife and at least a dozen mistresses…..”
“Poor Beverly,” they’s sayin’.
Well, let me tell you – she may be wearin’ her black dress today.
But after the funeral, she’ll go shoppin’ for
After the funeral,
There’ll be a rich widder runnin’ loose in the town.
Once she’s figgered right,
She’ll marry another rich ‘un –
richer’n the others.
She’ll be keepin’ her black dress ready.
Poetry challenge from Aida Salazar: Write a poem of a cycle or process from beginning to end – a seed or plant, birth to death or anywhere in between.
Big round waking orb
Eye opening slowly
Peering out over the blanket of pines
Ready or not to face the day
Sluggish day jobber
Not quite ready to fully emerge
But still you rise
Both feet on the ground
Embracing the day
Extending full rays
Flashing a just-brushed toothy gleam
To a rapt audience
Like an over-charged cup of Starbucks
Sudden jolting glares
Blinding sunglassed drivers
You shine most brightly
At the height of your day
Climbing the ladder as high as it can take you
In this job
Lunch on the run – airplanes, kites, birds
Fuel for the day
Rain and clouds darken your shine
But you steal their thunder –
A light surge of effort for you
You clock out and head home
Miles to go before you sleep
Change into more comfy duds
Shed all the glinting bling
You stretch out to reflect on the day
Glimmers of hope for a brighter tomorrow
Succumb to a nightcap
Feet-first, climb under the covers
Call it a day
Big round blanketed orb,
Shooting stars patting your upturned bottom
Dreams alive in other worlds
Poetry challenge from Aida Salazar: write a FREE VERSE poem that describes how celestial bodies affect you
ONE WITH THE CRAB
Cancer the Crab: a sign of water – blue water
Island girl born peaceful and tranquilly crabby
Dim constellation in a quiet corner of the universe
She’s an oyster
Requires a telescope to see all his stars
Keeps her layers hidden, too
He boasts a beehive cluster of stars
Rich honey blocked by bees
Northern Donkey and Southern Donkey Stars at his heart
Explain the blue donkey at hers
Asellus Borealis and Asellus Australis
She’s Double-Stubborn, too
Origin of nativity pictures – donkeys behind a manger
She’s behind that manger as well
“Blind Stars” predict poor eyesight
Bumps into walls, but prophetic like Teiresias
“Stubborn donkeys” see what others cannot see in the path –
protect others as they resist
She perceives what others don’t
His Superearth a “diamond world”
She’s the strongest stuff on Earth
Its teeth like bones that landed wrong
In a brazen blizzard
Let me go!
Take this burden
Pull down the shades