How To Write A Poem

August has been a whirlwind for me and the publishing of my work. First my own book of poetry, Filters, hit the shelves of Amazon last week.

Now, I am so very happy to announce that my poem “Permission” is included in Tania Runyan’s new book How To Write A Poem: Based on the Billy Collins Poem “Introduction to Poetry.”

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I am honored to be included in this second offering from TS Poetry Press and the talented crew at Tweetspeak in their Field Guide series exploring unique and rich methods of reading and writing poetry.

If you are a teacher or simply someone who wants to deepen your craft, this is a worthwhile stop. It is a practical and delightful book that can be adjusted to all ages and experience. I teach first grade and use it in my classroom just as easily as a college professor could find it useful for her class.

 

Onyx

I am excited to begin reading The Whipping Club by Deborah Henry. Not because it only cost $2.99 at Amazon, but the story intrigues me. This book recently landed on O’s Summer Reading list. Tweekspeak Poetry Press is so proud to have their first novel honored, they are sponsoring a poetry and photography contest this week.

My second entry to the contest finds me exploring a love of mine – rocks. I have collected rocks since I was a young child scouring our gravel driveway. Polishing rocks, learning about their meanings, and making jewelry with them,  still finds me happily creating today.
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Onyx

My father handed me a dark gray stone
“Onyx”
He said as he sifted through the gravel
Gray was all I saw
“Hold it to the sun”
As I turned the pointy rock in my hand
Rough against my skin
A glint, a sparkle caught my eye
A fine piece to polish-up
All shiny like the eight ball
From Grampa’s favorite game

“Open”
He commanded
And as my palm faced the cloudless sky
“Onyx”
Was all he said
No glimmer this time
But another surprise
Veins of reds and golds and greens
Would polish-up just fine, too

Walking back to the shop
Under the blazing heat
I studied the two
My reward for the day
Rocking the twins between my palms
“Onyx?”
My eyes up to his
“Um hm”

It will take a lot of time to smooth
The sharp and scratchy
I will be patient
Water cools and tumbling rounds
I will wait
With a little bit of grit and persistence
Each will emerge radiant
One pitch as the night sky
The other worthy of an Egyptian ruler’s crown
And yet, both
“Onyx”

A Poetry Party

Last Thursday night I participated in a poetry writing party. It happened on Twitter and twenty-nine people participated in one form or another. It was sponsored by Tweet Speak Poetry and some amazing poets were present. I was humbled to be in their company.

The writing commenced on the hour with a prompt and each participant tweeted as inspiration well up in us. The creativity lasted for exactly an hour. I never thought I could last the entire time. I was afraid to start. But once I let go and realized how much fun it was, I didn’t want to stop.

The next step can be seen at Tweet Speak Poetry where the tweets from those participating have been woven into poems. And seeing these, I was again inspired.

Below you will see my original tweets in the order I wrote them over the hour.

The last piece below is my sculpting of my tweets into a “final” piece.

My Poetry Tweets As They Happened
I spring on heel wings on tips of blossoms
Shouting to be heard over the din of bursting blooms
She called my name over the ages and the stories told but never heard
And the little pink feathers laying one upon another make me smile
A key to open a lock rusted long ago
freeing my hand to turn, open the iced pink memories
savoring the lush, swallowing the sweet, gulping despair
Lost in want and waiting for the hummingbird
rushing towards a sunset of creamsicle smiles
make no more room than the space we fill with our delight
a daisy chain chained to eternity
it is not gone/it is there under the faded pink blanket throw away the pieces left, the mess/find my hand
sugared ice cracking off my face and hands reaching
a citrine sun burning our skin
smoothing their points, polishing to perfection
sapphires are for kings, lapis for emperors/give me sand to make a glass so clear I can see the stars
So take my hand and we will sing/walking with dragons/ dancing with Homer/ laughing in the blue
The actor will whisper the last words and we will stand
and laughing with Aphrodite
Release the dragon painted in pink forgetting the sugar frosted claws and lay down the tender lute
I like gravy with my biscuits.
Crumbs of simplicity tumble from my lips
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Crumbs
I spring with heel wings
on tips of blossoms
shouting to be heard over
the din of bursting blooms

Lost in want
waiting for the hummingbird
savoring the lush
swallowing the sweet
gulping despair

She called my name over the ages
stories told but never heard
little pink feathers
laying one upon another

They are not gone
under the faded pink blanket
throw away the pieces
the mess
find my hand

Make no more room
than the space we fill
with our delight
a citrine sun burning our skin
rushing toward a creamsicle sunset
dancing with Homer
rejoicing in the blue

Sugared ice cracking
absolving hands reaching
a key to open a lock
rusted long ago
hands turning
freeing gentian memories

Sapphires are for kings
lapis for emperors
give me sand
I will fashion glass so clear
we can touch the stars
smoothing their points
polishing them to perfection

The actor will whisper the last words
and we will stand
a daisy chain chained to eternity
laughing with Aphrodite
crumbs of simplicity tumbling from our lips

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