Month: April 2014

  • Monday Haiku

     

    taps on my skylight
    mist hangs on backlit feathers
    does he want to come in?

     

    It’s still National Poetry Month! I had to drop out of the 30/30 challenge, but I’m diving back in for the last few days because who doesn’t love a rush to the finish. There’s a rookery in the trees behind my house. I have a great view from the bathroom windows. Last spring they were so raucous that they would wake my son early in the mornings. Usually, I feel a bit like I’m spying on them, when I watch their movements and meanderings, but today, one of the crows turned the tables.

    Here’s some crow on a skylight entertainment that I found on the Internet when I was looking for a photo to go along with this post:

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UH0PImQZtGw

  • Doing thing backwards, Music, and National Poetry Month Day 7

    Jake and Roxy

    Today my poetry prompt was to write a reverse acrostic. Acrostic is a type of poetry where usually the first letter of each line ends up spelling out a word or phrase. This prompt breaks the rules a little (I love breaking the rules) and puts the “secret” word or phrase at the end of each line. It’s harder for me to think of words that end in a given letter rather than begin with one. The challenge is fun, and Scrabble came to my rescue.

    Tonight is the first night of the 40th Annual Alaska Folk Festival. Folk fest is a week jam packed with music, far-flung friends visiting, late night jams, dances and little sleep. I wonder how much poetry I’ll be writing in the next week. I know I’ll be getting some crocheting in while I sit and listen to music. That’s a good thing, I have a deadline for my Knitty column coming up soon.

    What I have is really just an attempt rather than a finished poem, but in the spirit of the 30/30 Poetry Month challenge, I’ll share it here.

    Music Tonight

    Voice intermingles with voice and with
    The sound of fingers on a
    String. Heads together, lean in closer,
    Listen to the strum,
    And the sound of the piano,
    Find the note that rings when
    He sings. You fly.

  • National Poetry Month, Day 4. Trolling in my notebook.

    We have this book called The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice. It’s like an almanac of poetry prompts. Today’s prompt asks you to dig through your journal or notebooks for inspiration. So I trolled through the little moleskine in my backpack and grabbed phrases I liked. Can you tell that most of the notes in this notebook are from writing workshops I’ve taken lately?

    Scrawled.

    What I mean to say is,
    Sentiment demands
    A clear eye.

    Broadsided.
    Unscripted moments.
    The act of omission.

    Lay your hand on the page,
    and see what feels hot.
    Seduce your subject.

    If anyone asks you
    to smoke with them,
    say yes.

    The mind’s a fine
    and private place.
    A map of misreading.

    Writing is not a refuge.
    I can see that you are.
    You’re better than this.

     

  • Will National Poetry Month wake up this sleepy blog?

    Is this thing on?

    I know this has been a rather quiet blog over the past year or so. I’ve been wanting to blog, but not just about fiber stuff. My creative work has been focused a lot on writing, and I wasn’t sure this was the venue. But I also don’t really want to have a new blog. I like this one. So, I’m just going to let it be my place to write about whatever I feel like.

    It’s national poetry month. I am not a poet, but I live with one. Selma writes and performs poetry, and I love what she writes. She challenged me to write a poem a day with her. I’m such a beginner at poetry that it’s liberating, I don’t worry about being successful. I just get to play with words. We’re on day three. It’s great to have a writing partner here in the house with me. I think Selma may post her poems too at some point. Here’s a round-up of what I’ve done so far.

    Day One — I discovered Google Poetics and wrote that day’s “poem” accordingly.

    the first thing I rememberI also discovered Stitchomancy and played around with that, but didn’t come up with a poem to share.

    The next day, Day 2, I played with blackout poetry–creating  a poem by selecting words in a book and blacking out the remaining works. Christine Byl shared this technique in a poetry workshop I took from her in February.

    Here’s the text of “Exit,” when you take it out of the book. Actually, that was fun too, because I got to play with the line breaks and punctuation.

    Exit

    Shut up and keep absolutely still.
    Let it ring, frozen to the marrow
    of my bones like the crack of doom.

    Heels clicking, whispered hoarsely
    In a mad rush, silent as memories
    Rushed toward the second story.

    At the first faint squeal
    For the love, scarcely breathing.
    Enough to arouse the dead.

    Today is Day 3, and Selma challenged me to write a poem in the shape of something. She go the idea from a poetry prompt book we have. I’ll talk more about that another day. Here’s what I came up with. “Sky’s Excuse” is inspired by one of my favorite students.

    Want to play too? Write a poem and post a link to it in the comments.