News in my life: the death of my aunt, Mary; I performed at a fabulous reading last night in Baltimore's Greektown -- 60+ people (was it the free spanikopita?); my son's rugby drama; Maryland's same sex marriage bill moving forward; plus it's three AM and I still haven't written my Poetry Friday post.
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| Awesome series hosted by awesome Rafael Alvarez. |
It's all swirly in my brain.
What do you do when the events of the day create thought loops in your head? Some of my favorite options are meditating, stress eating (does spanikopita come in chocolate?), talking it over with my family, writing about it.
This week, I heard about an online literary journal devoted to current events poetry. What a great concept. I have written a few "inspired by the headlines" poems. My friend, Shirley Brewer, has a great newspaper-line love poem, "Kentucky Valentine." (I'll have to ask her permission to share it some time.)
Using headlines for inspiration works well for high schoolers. Just grab a stack of newspapers and go leafing until something catches each writer's eye. Need model poems to look at? Read on!
For Poetry Friday, I'm sharing two favorites from The New Verse News, edited by James Penha.
The first is "Never Having Seen a Wave" by Rochelle Adams. This poem is about the European deep freeze. Visit The New Verse News to see an accompanying photo of a wave frozen in mid-crash.
Never Having Seen a Wave
by Rochelle Owens
Never having seen a wave
frozen in mid-air the glassblower
manifold images in his brain
the rays of the sun
amorphous the forms boiling forming
a floating toothed leaved plant
floating Acanthus
a Black Hole a crucible a bubble glowing
one millionth one millionth of a second
an episode
a ferocious s c a t t e r I n g
white ovals glassy crystals orbiting
never having seen a wave
frozen in mid-air the glassblower
turning spinning blowing hail-stones
shaping winds oceans storms
storms eddying
layers of ice cracking piling lifting
molten glass swelling lifting arching
never having seen a wave
frozen in mid-air the glassblower
dipping into the furnace
around and around rolling and shaping
around and around
a gob of molten glass
melting shards spiraling flaring
glittering hot glass
amorphous dazzling light frozen
in the glassblower’s brain
The rest of the poem is here.
I shared the next poem, "On the Death of Whitney Houston," with a friend who felt that loss deeply.
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| Whitney came on the scene when I was a teen. |
On the Death of Whitney Houston
by David Feela
The news of her death arrives
in a paper cup, bitter and dark,
barely enough to cover the bottom,
its sediment like a fine powder,
and though you know it’s fresh,
you’ve tasted this cup before.
All day her songs will play
on the radio, on the television
The rest of the poem is here.
When I heard about my aunt's death, I needed to write about it. Within a couple of hours, I had a draft of a poem. It made me feel better to read the draft at last night's event, raw as her passing is, to share a little of her story.
If you live in the DC area and this topic appeals to you, come down to the Bethesda Writers Center next Saturday (3/3). Poet Patricia VanAmburg and I are offering a three hour workshop called, "Ripped from the Headlines: Writing Poems about Hot Topics." Link for registration is here.
(Wow! Registration just went on sale.)
Have a great Poetry Friday, friends. In today's PF news, Jone at Check it Out is our host! Stop by for more poetry posts.
