National Poetry Day, Day #4

There was a photo, and the suggestion to take a book of poetry in hand. Take the last line of the first poem, the first line of the last poem and a random line of a random poem in between. Use phrases or words from those three lines* and the photo and write:

Going

From the bus
Through the rain
This prom queen, drag queen
pink float of a car.
The upside down
car droplets were
just as surreal as the distant
rain-blurred vision.

We spoke in the rain
before I boarded.
“You come too” I asked.
The rising wind took the thought
and my tears were rain
as you turned to go.
I wish I’d not be gone long.
I wish you’d come too.
But, the bus is pulling away.
I’m going too.

Mary Beth Frezon — 4 April 2011

* My starter lines from the Complete Works of Robert Frost:
“I shan’t be gone long — You come too.” The Pasture
“In winter in the woods alone” (apparently untitled poem)
“A sunny morning, or take the rising wind” A Servant to Servants

As an exercise, I did this with another book, Good Poems for Hard Times and found these:
“Gleams of the 40-watt ceiling bulb bobbing in blue milk” Break of Day – Galway Kinnell
“Into my empty head there come” Morning Swim — Maxine Kumin
“But in a poem we can do anything we want” Since You Asked — Lawrence Raab

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#13

Just when I thought #12 would never end LOL and just as I edged into a sort of dicey area of course.

That’s ok. I’m thinking it was time for a break anyway. My blog and fb readers are probably wishing I’d go to sleep already.

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Going hunting…

Thanks to Elizabeth Barton For this great quote from Jack London:

Inspiration is not something that floats in the air like some radical gas to be collected in fairy nets; it is more effectively generated by a basket of practical ploys. Further, for flawed individuals like ourselves, it’s easy to see something, have a vague idea that it’s something special, then pass by and forget it. The written list and the quick sketch nail fleeting wisdom to the intransigent brain. You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.

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This just in – NPM from afar

Naomi sent a link to this poem, which caused me to sit and read and re-read for awhile. Anything that uses the word helically and interate would make word lovers happy but this is awesome. A note from Tor.com announces this observance of National Poetry Month, Tor.com being about Science Fiction. Fantasy. The Universe. (The search field to the right of those says “and related topics”)

April is National Poetry Month and to celebrate we’re taking the opportunity to showcase poetry written by notable names in the science fiction and fantasy fields.

When thinking of the mediums that deliver SFF, one invariably visualizes descriptive prose, be it in doorstopper hardcover or dog-eared paperback form, but poetry is well-entrenched within the SFF genres and often pops up with surprising regularity.

There’s a rich well of material to draw from and we’ll be posting some every Sunday afternoon in April. (And perhaps more often than that.) We hope you enjoy the series! Our first poem is Sonnet: Against Entropy by John M. Ford.

So keep your eyes open for poetry in the both the usual and unusual places!

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National Poetry Day #3

1.

Could I die
sitting on the low wooden step
in a patch of
welcome warm sun,
that unexpected April day?
Coffee falling from my hands
or cooling by my hip
Face tilted up.
Orange glow
fading to white.

2.

Could I die
when a rare wave
catches me in bed reading.
Pulls my eyelids closed
drags my book,
fluttering,
to the floor.
Not disturbing
the cat
in the crook of my leg.

Mary Beth Frezon — 3 April 2011

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