Source Poems: "We Are Waiting (a pantoum)"

For National Poetry Month 2014, I have invited 17 authors and poets to guest post about source poems. In this series of essays, each writer will describe a single poem's significance in his or her life.

Today's guest blogger poet Jone MacCulloch. Jone blogs about being a K-5 librarian at Check it Out.

Jone MacCulloch

There were a lot of poets on my mind when I signed up to guest blog here. I could select Naomi Shihab Nye or William Stafford or William Carlos Williams (already featured). Each one has influenced my writing. However, one poet is responsible for teaching me the following poetry form.

Whenever I write a poem using the pantuom form, I am thankful for Joyce Sidman's book Butterfly Eyes and Other Secrets of the Meadow. [What is a pantoum?]

"We Are Waiting (a pantuom)" was tucked into the back half of this book which I was reading as a judge for the CYBILS Poetry Award in 2006. (Read about it here.) This poetry form is also found in Joyce’s book This is Just to Say.

We Are Waiting (a pantuom)

By Joyce Sidman

Our time will come again,

Say the patient ones.

Now is meadow,

But not for long.

Say the patient ones:

Sunlight dazzles,

but not for long.

Seedlings grow amongst the grass.

Sunlight dazzles,

and the meadow voles dance,

but seedlings grow amongst the grass.

Forest will return.

Meadow voles dance,

where once was fire,

but forest will return.

We wait patiently.

Once was fire,

Now is meadow.

We wait patiently.

Our time will come again.

What are we?

I read and reread this poem. Its musicality captivates me. It feels like a call and response in the simple complexity of repeating lines. I love the weaving of the lines, a tapestry of words. There's a story here. Something has happened in what was once the forest.

"We Are Waiting" is a perfect source poem for close reading with students. Asking them what they notice about the poems and its structure provides great discussions. Sidman's website is an excellent resource for all poetry aficionados.

Sidman's poem mentors me. Rereading this poem is important to my process of writing a pantuom. While I've not memorized this poem (or many others, as I hate memorizing), the cadence of this poem is with me. Sidman suggests to begin with a topic that's a passion for you. I write down several phrases about the topic. Then like a jigsaw puzzle, I arrange the lines, fitting them together. It's a time to play around with the line order.

For my response to "We Are Waiting" I borrowed the first line of Joyce’s  poem and a few other words.

I love what happens in spring. In February, when we had snow, there were the daffodils emerging in my front flower box. They are followed by the pink tulips. And there’s nothing better than listening to the arrival of the robins, a harbinger of spring days.

Jone's daffodils are eager for spring.

Spring

By Jone MacCulloch

Our time will come again,

say the emerging daffodils

in the dazzle of the sun

as pink calypso tulips bloom.

Say the emerging daffodils:

Our time is brief

as pink calypso tulips bloom

during spring's first rain.

Our time is brief,

sing the robins

during spring's first rain

while worms wriggle in the grass.

Sing the robins,

We'll be back

while worms wriggle in the grass

nectar awaits the first arrival of bees.

We'll be back

in the dazzle of the sun

nectar awaits the first arrival of bees.

Our time will come.

© 2014 Jone Rush MacCulloch 

Joyce Sidman

Jone is a teacher-librarian during the school year, who writes, reads, and blogs (personal blog, Deowriter and school blog Check It Out) the rest of the time. She’d rather write poetry than memorize it. She has had haiku published in Acorn; A Journal of Contemporary Haiku and the Haiku Society of American Members' Anthology. In 2012, she self-published a small collection of poetry and photography, Solace in Nature, and is currently working on a novel in verse. Helping with SCBWI-OR book sales is one way Jone gives back to a great writing community. You can follow Jone on Twitter @JoneMac53.

Previous posts in this series:

Laura Shovan on "This Is Just to Say" by William Carlos Williams

Dylan Bargteil on "On Moral Leadership as a Political Dilemma" by June Jordan

J. C. Elkin on "Hannibal Clim" (author unknown)

Diane Mayr on a haiku by Basho

National Poetry Month 2013: Making Global Connections with Poets & Artists

I met Maryland-based poet Regina Sokas several years ago, when I was editing an anthology of Maryland poets, Life in Me Like Grass on Fire.

I have a Facebook group where Life in Me contributors can keep in touch, make announcements, and share news. That is where I learned that Regina's brother, Patrick Sokas, M.D., had passed away at age 55. It was March, 2012.

The next time I saw Regina, it was summer. She was planning an anthology of poetry to honor her brother, who was a journalist before he focused his career on medicine. Her idea: the book would be composed entirely of found poems, each based on one of her brother's articles.

Regina and I discussed a couple of sites and list-servs where she might place a call for submissions. It's just over a year after Patrick's death, and Regina has collected found poems from around the world, honoring her brother's work.

Here is the story of how the TechnoVerse helped Regina's vision for an anthology become a reality:

This journey started in that very private, primitive space created by grief. Sitting cross-legged on the floor of his condo, sorting through papers my brother left behind when he unexpectedly died, I read his old newspaper articles and heard his voice.

If you have grieved, then you know how I wanted more than just a time-frozen, one-way conversation. (Not that Patrick had anything against a good monologue, mind you.) How do you converse with a text written thirty years ago? Maybe with found poetry – poetry that takes an existing text and extracts/manipulates/creates something new.

A caricature of Patrick Sokas.

First, I needed to make articles available for ‘finding.’ A blog was free over on Blogspot, so I loaded articles up onto foundpatrick.blogspot.com.

Next, I needed poets. I sent out emails and pimped it on Facebook. I stuck a toe in LinkedIn. Duotrope agreed to list me, as did the Creative Writers Opportunities List Group on Yahoo ( CRWROPPS-B@yahoogroups.com). [Highly recommended for those of you looking to submit work to literary journals.]

Poems began arriving from across the United States, then Canada and the UK. People were reading my brother’s words and responding. Australia I snagged by accident when I got a sales email from an Australian poet and emailed him back. (Australia was Patrick’s favorite place on Earth.) John Holland responded in verse.

Thanks to the Internet, I built a collection of found poems that started in that private space and grew into a conversation taking place around the globe and across the barriers of time, space and mortality.

I started to crave artwork. Here is where I crossed over into really unfamiliar territory. “Where,” I asked, “are the Duotropes and CRWROPPS to reach artists?” No one that I knew could tell me. So I incessantly Googled.

And I discovered the websites deviantART and ArtWanted. Browse by subject. Browse by medium. Wade through everything in search of a gem. Make note that poets and artists live in different countries – no matter where they physically live. Adjust your communication accordingly. I learned to look for artists that had their own web pages containing at least some English language since I am monolingual.

In this way, I found work from nearby, but also from Bosnia and India. I found Jarek Kubicki, (https://www.facebook.com/jarek.khaal.kubicki), a Warsaw-based artist of formidable talent. One of his pieces I acquired was a haunting study of a man watching a meteor shower that I knew belonged with Patrick’s article on the Superbowl. (You learn to just start trusting the connections that present themselves.)

Art by Jarek Kubicki

I had known that I would need to end my conversation with my brother. I knew now that I would end it with this meteor shower from Poland and a poem. I had struggled a bit to get enough distance from my brother’s words and found that if I imposed a fairly rigid structure on myself that it helped. I ended up writing this pantoum taken from the Superbowl article in response to this artwork:

The Chase

Prepared to chase across the skies

Just to be near to you,

One thing stuck out:

You broke me.

Just to be. Near to you

Only one last razzle-dazzle and

You broke. Me?

I’m foggiest with a motley heart.

Only one last razzle-dazzle, and

Strange, a land with no living you.

I’m foggiest with a motley heart,

A performer in your new story.

Strange, a land with no living you.

One thing stuck out:

A performer in your new story

Prepared to chase across the skies.

By Regina Sokas

Published with permission of the author.

And here is Patrick Sokas's 1984 article "A pilgrimage to Disneyland: It was good." The piece appeared in the Oakland Tribune, December 4, 1984.

Regina Sokas’ articles appeared in newspapers across the country, from the Portland Oregonian to the Staten Island Advance and the New Orleans Times-Picayune. The latter is particularly wonderful to say aloud. Most recently, her poetry and short stories have appeared in the anthologies Life In Me Like Grass On Fire, That One Left Show and in June 2013’s forthcoming Found Patrick, for which she serves as editor. Regina is currently shopping a novel, Crazy Like Heaven. She is a Johns Hopkins-trained psychotherapist. (One word. Not two.)

Regina says: A bit about Patrick. He died last March at the age of 55. He lived all over the world, but most recently in Towson, MD,

The book covers a particularly productive 10-year period between 1974 and 1984, age 18 to 28. In those years, Patrick earned a B.S. from Penn State and an M.D. from Jefferson Medical College, writing for the school newspapers. Then he was a reporter at The Kansas City Times and The Oakland Tribune.

Patrick eventually elected to focus on medicine rather than journalism, although he continued to contribute to journals. He was a fan of politics, movies and the habits of human beings -- and adored giving his opinions on all these things and more.

Thank you Regina. I loved how this project allowed you to continue a conversation with your brother during this grieving time. What a beautiful way, also, to encourage others to engage with his voice.

Tomorrow is Poetry Friday. April Halprin Wayland will be here to tell us about one of her favorite poetry websites.