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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Poetry 101-3 Repetition

Today's example of poetry elements is repetition. It can be a word or phrase, a thought or theme, or an entire stanza - think refrain in a song. Repetition gives emphasis, rhythm, or flow. It can be used throughout the poem, or for a portion of it. Rhyming is a very familiar form of repetition; a repetition of sound. Alliteration is also a sound repetition, but we'll get into that later.

One way to help you decide what to repeat is to decide what is the main point you want to get across. Of course, it could just be what sounds good.

As I write this, I feel like I'm turning poetry into something cold and lifeless. This isn't meant to be a college exercise. Poetry comes from the heart as well as the mind. It expresses what prose struggles to say. This is just to point out the tools that turn prose into poetry.

I wrote today's poem while watching my nine-month-old grandson. It is an early draft and may have a bit too much repetition, but it gets the point across.

Baby Eyes


Baby eyes
William’s eyes
Smiles and kisses for Nana eyes.

Loving eyes
Sparkle eyes
Smile for Mommy and Daddy eyes

Mischief eyes
Flashing eyes
Just you try to stop me eyes

Wonder eyes
Shining eyes
All the world is new eyes

Sleepy eyes
Drowsy eyes
I have to keep them open eyes

Baby eyes
Blue eyes

Nana’s precious little angel eyes.

Give it a go, and if you create something you like, feel free to share.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Poetry 101-2 - Metaphor and Simile

When I taught metaphor and simile to my 4th and 5th grade students I gave a simple definition: a simile compares two things using like or as (hungry as a bear, runs like the wind) and a metaphor compares two things without using like or as (Dad's a bear until he has his first cup of coffee). Simple, but to the point. Both devices are important to poetry, but metaphor more so than simile. My poem about my daughter did use both, though.

Metaphor is the language of poetry. I read an article once, many years ago (so I can't give you the source; sorry) that proposed that without metaphor, higher learning and thought would be impossible. We need this comparison to visualize something totally foreign to us, something new or abstract. Abstract is the operative word there. Poetry is, by and large, about the abstract; thus, metaphor is the most common tool of the poet.

However, you can also take the concrete and describe it in metaphor. The following exercise was also from NCCAT (See previous post Poetry 101-1). It not only helps to create metaphors, but also to turn prose into poetry. In this exercise, you will focus on something you should know better than anything else, yourself.

First, write down some basic information about yourself. Here are a few questions to get you started. [My answers are in brackets]

  1. What is your heritage - where are your ancestors from? [Italy, Ireland]
  2. How tall are you? [5'2"]
  3. What color/tone is your skin? (try to be more specific than brown, black, or white) [olive]
  4. What is your occupation? [teacher]
  5. What personality trait do you most like? least like? [most - dedication/loyalty, least - shyness]
  6. What are your dreams/aspirations? [to run my own Montessori school]
  7. Add anything else about yourself that is important to you. [family]
You won't necessarily include all of it, but it gets you thinking. [My answers are based on when I wrote the poem.] Now look at your answers and see what you can make into a metaphor. For heritage you may choose symbols of those places. Such symbols are metaphors. There are iconic symbols for many things - anchor for hope, stability, strength; rock - loyalty, protection; lion - leadership, courage. You get the point.

Finally, try to weave those symbols into a poem. Free-verse is definitely easiest for this, but if you are good with rhymes and feel more comfortable there, go for it! The following is my final product. (Please keep in mind, my poems went through many rewrites. As I told my kids, your first copy is never your last. Also, there are lines I probably would change in another rewrite.)

      I am the wind
         whistling over the jade meadows of the Emerald Isle,
         dancing through the amethyst vineyards of the Mediterranean.
      I whip past the olive trees
         stripping their hues to drop them on the pallet of my skin.
   My ancestors blow through me.

      I am the soft whisper that lulls you to sleep
         comforting, gentle, familiar.
      I rage with the fury of the howling storm
         with its lightning snakes
         startling you into action.
   My students blow through me.

      I am the sudden gust that bursts into action
         rearranging leaves, landscapes, lives.
      I am the diamond mountain thermals
         that lift this five-two body
         into the rainbow sunsets of possibilities.
      I am the gentle breath
         that carries the opal butterfly
         to the field of dreams.
   My spirit flows through me.

If you take a go at writing poetry, please share. I would love to see it. Happy writing!
 

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Poetry 101-1

Okay, I found out that you really can't post much on other pages - it's meant for "content that doesn't change often." <sigh> So my poetry will appear here and I hope you will post some of your own creations. It may well mean that I have more than one post on a given day because they often are separate thoughts or come to mind because of other thoughts that I post.

I also want to share some of the techniques I learned to brainstorm and create, mostly from an NCCAT seminar. These I will label "Poetry 101". Today, first lesson :-)

One of the first things we did was brainstorm different words for blue. Of course, brainstorming is best with a group, but you can do it yourself. Try to discipline yourself to not use a thesaurus. After we had some time for this list to marinate, we were given a chance to write. The stress was on imagery. Rhyming, while not prohibited, was discouraged.

Focus on something or someone you could describe with the colors. Don't necessarily think in terms of describing attributes (like a blue balloon), but on creating images in your readers' minds. Use as many of the words from the list as will gracefully fit into your poem. Remember, in poetry metaphors are allowed and encouraged. The following was my attempt. Please feel free to comment and critique, but bear in mind that this was an early attempt, so be gentle.

By the way, NCCAT stands for North Carolina Center for the Advancement of Teaching and they sponsor week-long seminars on topics important to teachers. It is where I found my poet's voice. I hope Beth doesn't mind my sharing this one since it's about and for her.

Blue
   Boys' color - Beth's color
       My blue girl.
Blue as bright as your eyes as they awake to a new dream
   sea-foam dreams
      azure dreams
         cobalt ice-castle dreams.
Blue as serene as the deep pools of your thoughts too deep to see the bottom
   cerulean thoughts, 
      turquoise thoughts
          sapphire stars reflected on the surface thoughts.
Blue as strong as the steel in your spirit as you face your pain
   blue-grey steel
      periwinkle steel
         forget-me-not for I will prevail steel.
Blue as deep as the melancholy that grabs your you soul when your crosses become too heavy
   midnight soul
      indigo soul
         ice cold silent keep out soul.
Blue
   Boy's color - Beth's color
       My little blue girl
          My love.

Friday, February 28, 2014

Life Happens

I hear that a lot these days. Life happens. It usually means that something has gotten in the way of what we want to do. Life happens, the good, the bad, and the ugly. I recently fished my poetry journal out of a moving box (we're trying to sell our house) and found a poem written 4/22/10. I want to share it with anyone out there. I hope to post more poems as I go along. Anyway, here's the poem.

      Life happens
The unexpected
       the hurtful
            the serendipitous
Interruptions that aggravate
       surprise
             please
                  crush
Life happens
      Bring it on!

Please feel free to share some of your poetry on this blog. I would love to see it.