“Prose: words in their best order; poetry: the best words in the best order.” ― Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Like Robert Brower, the editor of Poetic Asides at Writer’s Digest, I began writing poetry in high school. Some sappy love poems, some nature oriented, some expressing my love to God. Years went by and I wrote on occasion. But, then I began more serious dabbling in poetry when I became involved in the PAD (Poem a Day) challenge that occurs in April via Brower’s column online. I also taught poetry to 6th graders and saw many of them blossom into poets by the end of our time together.
I find poetry fun and freeing; comforting and challenging. I enjoy word play, so rhyming and formulaic poetry serves a purpose for me there. I also find I need the outlet that poetry provides. I can express myself when no other way will do. Poetry also challenges me to find and arrange “the best words in the best order.”
This week’s Wednesday prompt was “repair”. I decided to try a rimas dissolutas poem.
Rimas dissolutas is a poem that rhymes and doesn’t rhyme. For instance, each stanza contains no end rhymes, but each line in each stanza rhymes with the corresponding line in the next stanza–sometimes employing an envoi at the end.
A Beautiful Thing
The body, a thing of wonder Made to heal, to repair A beautiful thing is a scab It tells us things are getting better It tells us things will be okay
Sometimes lives torn asunder Are more than we can bear We scramble and grab Yet remain the debtor We want to run away
Sometimes we must go under Then come back up for air We flounder and stab To release the fetters Then we bow, we pray
Like the cast off shell for the hermit crab Or the warm arms of a beloved sweater Love is a shield and mainstay
So, the last day of PAD arrived with a prompt of “The _________” . I went with the theme of the whole month. I love this poetic marathon every year; I just hope to keep at it. I hope to polish up a few poems and submit some for publication. Perhaps THIS will be the year!
she breathes the air of yesterday infused with memories sweet and clear outside her window, falling rain transports her to childhood afternoons or to the coast of Ireland or to a washed out hope
she dreams of possibilities and regrets possibilities give her words that soar regrets form melancholic stanzas and so she writes into the night on tear-stained paper
she walks through days alone gathering images and syllables saving them in her pocket hiding them in her heart until they spill out unrestrained and satisfying
Every spring when the jasmine blooms outside my door I close my eyes and I’m seventeen I hear Simon and Garfunkel Blowing through the jasmine in my mind The world is full of promise And unrequited love A small gust blows me out of my reverie But that jasmine Makes me feel fine
Today’s PAD prompt was “regrets”. Robert suggested a persona poem, so I attempted to put myself in someone else’s shoes.
the girl wearing pink sparkle flip flops in Wal-Mart she must be about seven yes, seven she has my freckles and light brown eyes it could be her I start to speak reach out to touch her hair her mother turns, startled her mother with freckles and light brown eyes I dip my head to hide the tears busy my hands choosing detergent she’s not the one the one I gave away