Posts tagged ‘poetry mini-challenge’

September 9, 2009

Eavesdropping, Day Three

Epithalamium, After a While

Even after so many years, we cannot
know each other fully. We’ve tried:
talked and touched, listened and
sat in silence for hours. Still,

we cannot split the other open
to crawl inside the skin, look behind
those opaque eyes. Knowing we’ve
committed to two lifetimes of unknowing,

years of living both beside and outside,
I ask you: Are you willing
to learn from a stranger? I am
willing, at long last, to try.

***

I actually wrote this yesterday, during our opening day festivities at my school.  Part of the mission of my school is to use your gifts (whatever they may be) in order to serve others. So, during the opening speech, the president of the school asked the incoming freshman, “Are you willing to learn from a stranger?” I immediately began writing and this draft resulted.

As a note, an epithalamium is a poem written for a bride and groom on their wedding day. Of course, this poem isn’t a traditional epithalamium, as it is written from the perspective of a spouse, after years of marriage. But I like the word, so it’s staying.

September 7, 2009

Eavesdropping, Day Two

fire 1

At the Last Bonfire of Summer

This is what consumes us: collecting
enough kindling and tinder
to feed the flames. Together, we
gather the wood into stacks, cackle
and chatter as the sun sinks

past the willows. Tonight, we watch
bats stumble and arc over the lake, watch
sparks skitter to the tips of low hanging branches.

We gossip as orange blue flames
lick the wood bare and leave behind
only embers and black ash. After a while,
all that is left is that which is too green
and will not break or burn.

***

Well, I made it through day two of the poetry mini-challenge hosted by Jill and Carolee over at Read Write Poem.  Only three more to go!

Last night, we went to a friend’s house for a bonfire and pre-Labor Day party.  I spent most of the party trying to eavesdrop on other people’s conversations, since I knew I had a poem to write.  Inspiration wasn’t hitting me and I almost gave up. Then towards the end of the night, Aaron supplied the line that inspired this poem.

My husband, always the guy that prefers having a job to hanging out aimlessly, put himself in charge of tending the bonfire throughout the night.  (In the picture, that’s him in the background adding another stick to the fire.) After a while, he ran out of the small sticks and brush that he was supposed to clear, so he sat down for a bit. When the host came over to ask about his progress, he said to him, “All that’s left is the stuff that’s too green to break or burn.”  After I heard that, I whipped out my phone and started typing bits of this poem into my notes for later.

September 6, 2009

Eavesdropping, Day One

consultation

Consultation with the Day Makers

Listen, the last thing we want
is a hot shaft, so watch your titration.
Measure your grams carefully
and weigh each chemical
before mixing.  Know the difference 

between your agent and re-agent, between
the gradient, the vertical, and the asymmetrical
cuts.  Keep your lines even. Use this lock
as your guide. You are so lucky, you get 

another transformation, the second
in one week. You get to burn
and clip damaged ends, shape
unruly masses into well-tamed symmetry.
Don’t worry, this always happens to me. 

You can shear the ends, clean
the edges using your reflection. We must always
scrutinize the product from another perspective,
from varying heights, until the eye
trains itself, notices every imperfection.
This is what we studied for.   

 

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Over at Read Write Poem, Jill and Carolee are hosting a really interesting poetry mini-challenge.  For five days in a row, you must write a poem based on something you overheard.  I’m an unrepentant eavesdropper, so I was really excited to start this challenge. The only question was, “When do I start?” Can I keep up five whole days of poem writing? Can I overhear good poem seeds for five straight days?  When I was at the salon yesterday, I overheard much of the above poem, so today was as good a day as any to get started. 

I think this challenge may be as much about training your ears and and eyes, then it is about manufacturing inspiration consistently.  Truly, I could probably hear a poem almost anywhere.  I just have to listen for it. 

(By the way, the picture above was taken in my salon.  The salon doubles as a training academy for recently graduated beauty school students, so the stylists without clients were practicing on these creepy wigged heads. I just had to take a picture.)

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