Archive for March, 2010

The Cradle Crashes

When the bough breaks
the man who’s raking is
expected to catch the cradle.
Only he doesn’t know
what’s expected beyond
best practices for his grounds.

Then, sure as the sun
does its thing,
the wind blows
and the bough does break
so suddenly until
it’s all he can do to duck away.

Once the cradle and contents
crash into the earth
through the dust from the
thunderous impact it can be heard:
a baby
is screaming from fear and
possible broken-ness.

Now the groundskeeper
reaches through to the child
unaware of any shortfall attributed
to his own self-preservation act.
Quickly understanding that
he’s in this place to
do what he can after the fact.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Rejuvenation

Everywhere I look
I see the poetry
life offers up
for the open heart
to enjoy.

And I do.

Cotton blossom scent
of my favorite candle,
humorously outrageous
contorted faces
reacting to the very opposite
malodorous skunk aroma.
Waving leaves on trees
on an otherwise still day
give the strong impression
I’m watching them growing.

Even the gentle flurry
of the curtain rolling over
the soft breeze
through the open window
makes my mind smile.

All the soft, pretty, pleasant,
quiet sides of being alive
can cocoon me
and I get rejuvenated,
apart from the draining
aspects of my days.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Write 30 Poems in 30 Days

With two days left before NaPoWriMo begins, I’ve been thinking about what goes into writing a prompted poem daily for a month. One key is to use routines wherever you can. You know what you have to do and you get used to going through the steps. Breaking down my strategy, I found that a routine surfaced, and I want to share it.

Eight Steps to a Poem a Day

  1. Read the prompt as early as possible. Give it time to marinate. Let your subconscious have first crack at it, while you go through your day.
  2. Consciously dismiss all concerns and distractions at writing time. You may even try saying aloud, “Time to write a poem.” Focus on the prompt and how you interpret it.
  3. When a prompt takes you to a particular place, that’s where you start writing. If that doesn’t happen, write whatever thoughts come to mind. In this stage of associative writing (I call it that) you’re stirring your personal knowledge from the bottom up, and things can surface that may have been dormant for many years. It happens and it is quite useful.
  4. Eventually something will strike you. That’s the theme you wan to give your attention to and develop.
  5. Find the sense of what you’re hearing in the words. Write words that are fully expressive of what you’re thinking, in colors, smells, emotions. Write to reflect the rhythm you feel, breaking lines however you like. Just get the words down to flesh out your message.
  6. Shape your poem. You’ll read your poems several times before it’s over. First reading: Listen to the flow and revise your line breaks and punctuation to convey the rhythm and breaths you use.
  7. Read aloud with affect. Does it sound like you want. Read with different rhythms that play from your shape. Listen for what readers may hear. Make changes as you see fit.
  8. Take a break from the poem. If you’re like me you may not have a lot of time for this. But it helps. When you can, move off your poem, to something else. Return later to repeat the process of reading and editing  until your comfortable, (or run out of time), and post.

A Word about Speeding

These steps are from my experiences with daily poem writing on my own, and with prompts in November 2009. The writing goes fast, and so does the editing. In fact you can do it in a day or in an hour as time permits.

My point is that your goal isn’t to perfect your poem. That comes later. What you’re doing is making it work so that 1. your message is understood, and 2. you’re willing to let it go live. Easy, right?

Writing without prompts

Although this is written toward prompted poems, there’s really very little difference between prompted and unprompted poem writing. Really, the only difference is that someone other than you provides the prompts.

Think about it: Unprompted poems are really poems that you prompt for yourself. Rummaging through your thoughts, you pick up things that interest you and get working on it. So, skipping number 1, you can move through the same steps as above—I do.

Be sure to visit the links on the NPM 2010 page for links to participate in National Poetry Month. Links for this event are in the sidebar for easy access.

Let me know your thoughts. What did I miss? What routines do you have to write your poems?

Save Sorry for Later

So much anger and
hostility blocking clear
thoughts, suffocate creativity.

Ill-fitting ideas
rend us asunder
making life uncomfortable.

We try muddling through
feigning normalcy only
we’re really screwed up.

Bitter little things
fester and are added to with
actions emboldened by

others’ acts that seem
comparatively worse and
somehow lessen their own.

Acting out, abusing
power not really their own.
Unswervingly grasping

for something big to regret later.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

An Invitation to Raw Poetry

A poem to say I can’t seems
the wrong tact to take when
aspiring to greater heights than
ever before achieved,
even than ever before attempted.

So, backing up a bit
with a deep breath
and mustering confidence
I don’t feel yet, I’ll say
a poem a day is on its way.

What I will say easily
is, they won’t be perfection
only offered up for you to find
what pleasure you might in their lines.
So not much different than
poems posted here regularly.

Revisiting and revisions are
down the road activities.
You’re welcome to wait
for the sleek, fluffed versions.
But, I invite you
to walk on the wild side,
join me for the adventure
of reading raw poetry.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

In My Dreams

In my favorite dreams
there is promise
of a great future
that could be ours now
if only those most completely indoctrinated
would let go of the hatred,
the seething, contemptuous loathing
for people of different ilk and ideology.

In my clearest dreams,
disagreements
can get loud
but never solicit
violence, murder of children
through slanderous provocative
speech
reminiscent of
    —you remember

or vandalizing buildings
terrorizing men and women
and by relation their children,
all because they didn’t
agree with their opposition.

Today I’m grateful for the haters,
though their vile words are
shouted loudest and from every venue,
from high places, bombed down
on the heads of the innocent;
from below, seeping up and infecting
all who are touched by it;

I’m grateful that, in my worst dreams
just like in my reality
they are in the minority.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Every day there’s something disgusting making the news. I’m bombarded with the images that my imagination contrives, based on the vile and scary things I’ve heard discussed. This post is another shaped, in part, by the news. I write it in hopes that I can one day wrap my mind around certain actions.