poetry holds more than spine-width spaces in our household. a love poem I’ve promised my husband is still being written; over ten years in the making. there are lines inked in Sean’s beautiful script tucked in my underwear drawer. Natalya has words and lines and stanza’s and titled with dates strewn everywhere about the living rooms.
I rarely spend time writing about reading poetry on omphaloskepsis. I hardly read it as much as I used to, not outside of schoolwork anyway; and you notice I do not post on those readings. we could change this by special request–the poetry, I mean.
When I think about my history with poetry I remember the playful ways it was used to teach me things as a child, even the most silly prose slipped an idea into my growing consciousness. As an instrument it was implemented with less frequency over time, hurrying through poetry lessons in school curriculum. There were difficult images and emotions we don’t want to linger over, let alone think about. They were writing assignments we held our collective breath to pen and grade and lose with all the other reams of wide-rule paper. Who knew there is more to poetic expression beyond sonnets, limericks and haikus? We didn’t have Honors English at my little school. Would it have been different? I see Natalya in her gifted programs and I am heartened. Our youth need more than pop music.*
April is National Poetry Month and I do want to take advantage of it to share not only poems, but some of their expressive forms. Here is one or Two to start.
My friend Gail shared this site with me: It is the Pulitzer Remix: “Eighty-five poets are creating found poetry from the 85 Pulitzer Prize-winning works of fiction as part of Pulitzer Remix, a 2013 National Poetry Month initiative.” N and I had fun with found poetry by taking favorite lines from songs (print and cut) and creating poems, some random, others intentional. we were thinking of recording lines from our Summer Reads for added interest. I have to say that this is a really great exercise for thinking about arrangements: rhythm and sound and story.
Using Paul Harding’s Tinkers : Carol Simpson’s “The Archaeologist”
The archaeologist examined
the newspapers dissolved,
examined the skeleton
lining this layer in remains.
The memories still sense
they will always be of this earth.
We transform from timber
into Where are you?
His eyes adjusted to the skeleton,
that woman underground,
her children pulled towards haunting,
crawling from the old door.
Poetry.org offers “30 Ways to Celebrate“. A site and article of good use.
*I worry and wonder about who has access to reading and learning and mentoring where poetry in school is concerned. Someone reassure me that non-“gifted and talented” curriculum includes this, too.