Dear poem…
Last week I had the privilege of sitting down with three other poets to write over pints (theirs) and chamomile tea (mine.) Diane Tucker, fresh off the plane from NYC, brought with her a number of writing exercises from renowned educator, Kenneth Koch’s Rose, Where did you get that red?
The challenge: Write a poem addressed to your poem asking it to do something for you.
Here’s my unedited attempt:
dear poemplease fling your consonants
your double-meaningsplease leap-frog your seed truth
over the form
out the pages
off the screenplease drop-kick my philandering lead strokes
clear over closest rangethen
brush yourself off
scale the rock
descend the mountainclimb into waiting lap
and speak
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Part of Imperfect Prose Thursdays
4 comments
oh yes! i love the last line… “and speak”… what fun, to sit over drinks and speak with poetry… i am a bit envious :) love to you, writer friend. thank you so much for linking today.
a beautiful poem about writing poetry - loved it, it made me smile
I like this. It expresses how I often feel at the mercy of my pen, and it’s ability to communicate what conversation often can’t. Thanks.
oh yeah - that’s what we want our poems - to speak to us - to the hearts - to the souls…beautiful
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