Inspiration

Jason Reynolds, recently named the National Ambassador of Young People’s Literature, captures the way he felt about news of a death in Long Way Down in his verse “The Way I Felt.”

Process

Raise a Glass to the Literary Avant-Garde by writing your own version of “The Way I Felt.”  The “ul” feature in the comment box will help you indent if you wish.
If you are feeling nostalgic, keep the past tense and direct address.
If you are feeling connected to the present, move to present tense.
The “I” need not be you, but could invite another perspective in human form or an abstract concept like Love, Joy, Grief, Regret.

Kim’s Poem

The Way I
felt when your
tail thumped three
times was heartbroken.
I never had
a dog as
loyal as you.
I stood on
the front porch
waiting for you
to look up
but you were
too weak to
lift your head.
Three tail thumps.
And I understood.
It was time.
“Just this side
of Heaven is
a place called…
Rain…bow…bridge”
*Quoted lines are attributed to Paul C. Dahm from the original “Rainbow Bridge Poem.”

Inspiration

Jericho Brown recently won the Pulitzer Prize for his poetry collection The Tradition, in which he invented a new style called a Duplex. The Duplex blends the musicality and structure of the ghazal, the sonnet, and the blues. You can read a couple of Brown’s poems here:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2019/04/invention

Process

 Raise a glass to the Literary Avant-Garde by writing a Duplex today on any topic of your choice. I chose my favorite line from my favorite Eagles song to help me get started. The duplex starts with a couplet of two distinct lines. The second line is repeated and a new line is added, and then the format is repeated until there are seven couplets of nine to eleven syllables in each line.  Each new couplet’s first line ends with the final word in the preceding line, and the final word is the last word of the first line. 

Kim’s Poem

I’m hosting this week at http://www.ethicalela.com, so here is my prompt and my poem for today:

Inspiration

In The Last Avant-Garde: The Making of the New York School of Poets by David Lehman, readers learn that Joe Brainard went to spend the summer of 1969 in Vermont, where he began writing short anaphoristic snippets of memories, all beginning with the words, “I Remember,” thus defining a new poetic form.

Process

Raise a Glass to the Literary Avant-Garde by writing an “I Remember” verse today. Ponder! Unearth! Ruminate! Reminisce!
Reminisce: This can be a time and place in your life that you want to revisit, that will bring you joy or comfort in these unprecedented times.
Ponder! Unearth! Ruminate! Or this can be a time and place in your life that you want to re-imagine with new eyes and perspective. Maybe you will write this from another’s point of view.
Imagine: Spring into the future and imagine what you will or want to remember. Or go for fiction — write something sci-fi, fantasy, or fairy tale-ish.
Your poem can be as short or as long as you need it to be today. A few lines will do. Give yourself permission for “good enough.” And give yourself permission to reject this idea all together and write whatever you need today.

Kim’s Poem

 

The Family Circle

I remember clutching her warm hand as the death rattle beat the drum of her final march
deferring to my brother, “I picked the spot. You pick the plot”
I remember pleading, “Lord, I need a sign she can rest in peace”
confessing I’d prayed for a sign: a majestic bird in flight, wings outstretched, assuring peace
I remember fighting tears, wanting to shoot three birds circling overhead
resisting the urge to punch my brother, who was fighting his own tears……of laughter?
I remember eyeing him, raising one questioning brow, tightening my lips, muttering obscenities
wondering if he was drunk as he whispered sideways, “She showed up! With her parents!”
I remember feeling the full force of her humor, her sign: sending buzzards in place of an eagle
I remember my animal-loving mother – prankish and ever-present. Even now.

Hope is for the unknown chocolate,
hidden and forgotten,
 to be discovered and devoured.

Challenge from Sarah Donovan:  Celebrate the end of National Poetry Month today in our group by writing as you wish. 

My response:

Sarah, I have a million words, and none of them can express the gratitude I feel for this group and the space and leadership that you provide as we come together to write – to be inspired, to grow, to expand our perspectives. You make a difference and give us all a place of purpose in this writing sanctuary. I echo your sentiment in these lines of your poem: “uncovered poetry’s gift of therapy —
its power to assuage souls, stir inspiration, and bring joy.”
Today, I have written a #verselove acrostic, and borrowed a favorite line from Susie Morice’s poem yesterday. National Poetry Month has been euphoric because of everyone who has written from the heart and shared. Cheers for the journey!

#Verselove: An Acrostic

Vivacious verse of
Energetic, creative souls
Renewing outlook of
Spirits: kindred hearts
Every writer inspiring the
Love of poetry – and of life itself!
Outshining the backdrop of the
Venom and vomit of all our plagues
Euphoric freedom found in #verselove!

Challenge from Jessica and Kole: write a poem about the process of your writing.  What do you do?

coffee first, then
computer: power up
check prompt and grab
Cross fountain and Moleskine, then seek
comfy chair in reading room to
craft the scraps and fragments and swatches
coming together on the left to
compose on the right as thoughts, swirling,
cook and simmer with alliterative Csonings
capturing a word
collision before deciding I need a second
chance and a
coffee refill

Challenge from Susie Morice:  Write a poem of renewal – – a new cycle, a watershed moment….

2005
a set of brand new laundry twins
our clothes you’ve cleaned with freshening spins

through scrubs and rinses, soaks and suds
you’ve danced and tumbled with our duds

but slowly over time you’ve ailed
and six times now your cycles failed

just like Frank, we’ve sipped that Coke
we’re wrung out fixing all that’s broke

we’re worn down, agitated, sour-face steamed
you’ve cycled us from tears to screams

a ceremonial ablution
seems a logical solution

we’ll take the towel and throw it in
hurrah! yee-haw! high five! you win!

we’ll be hard-pressed to find two more
in any case, we’ll go explore

2020
and when the sun comes up tomorrow
forget the rhyming sorrow……..
………
we’ll wonder why the hell it took us so long to let you go

Write a 6-Word Memoir today!
Visit The Six Word Memoir Project online to read some inspiring memoirs, and create your own. Ernest Hemingway’s famous example – “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” A long-married, happy spouse – “I still make coffee for two.”

Kim’s 6-Word Memoir:

read, write, share, eat, sleep, repeat…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bx3bcFfvr_A

Yesterday was National Tell a Story Day! You can roll a poem or story with Rory’s Story Cubes (available on Amazon).

Miriam

my mother’s map
was well-marked
when God called her name
she climbed upward
above the sun and the rain
to the treasures awaiting her
in mansions of glory

Challenge from Anna Roseboro – write a poem about a brother using an acrostic

Baby by five years, he’s the Golden Isles
Real Estate Guy who was
Once a basketball coach and math
Teacher because he got the
Height and number genes
Even though he’s also a
Really gifted writer – – I don’t
Know what I’d do without his
Even-keeled patience and
Never-ending humor!