Penelope Connor — ink girl poet
She doesn’t simply
tolerate my fairy tales
— when I fall into them
like Alice, down
the rabbit hole.
She grabs my hand
and leaps with me
— eats the other
half of my cakes,
drinks the potions
from my lips.
Together we slay
the Jabberwock!
Then in the end
— hand in hand,
we always go
galumphing back.
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POETIC FORM:
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I’m keeping butterflies in my hat–
the wonder is mine, for now.
Maybe you can understand that?
I’m keeping butterflies in my hat,
smiling like that Cheshire cat.
A little madness, we should allow.
I’m keeping butterflies in my hat–
the wonder is mine, for now.
The triolet (TREE-o-LAY), has 13th century French roots linked to the rondeau or “round” poem. An 8-line poem, in which the first line is used 3 times and the second line is used twice. There are 3 other lines 2 of which rhyme with the first line, the other rhymes with the second line.
I suppose
I’m mad.
I haven’t
been
yet.
You’ll see
me
vanish.
Queer
things happen
while
I just turn
and
vanish
again.
After
a minute
or two
before
will be much
the most
interesting
and raving
mad–
at least
it was
as again
I wish.
appearing
and vanishing
so suddenly
make one
quite
giddy.
Beginning
with the end
and ending
some time
after.
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POETIC FORM: An Erasure Poem
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PROMPT:
To earn the “Cut It Out” badge, start with an X ACTO knife, box cutter or other cutting device. Find a text you don’t mind cutting up — or make a photocopy of the text if necessary — and physically cut out the unused portions to create an erasure poem. Watch James W. Moore’s video, “Making Heaven,” which captures his process of creating poems using this approach: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FAxSv1sZOs&list=UUMgTlLB9YpdkRZHiX3zOo3g&feature=share&index=2 Scan your completed work — or take a picture of it — and upload it to the site. Cite your source text at the bottom of your post.
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PoMoSco (Poetry Month Scouts)
Found Poetry Review’s 2015 National Poetry Month Project
– April 2015 – 213 poets joined together as a troop to earn digital merit badges for completing experimental and found poetry prompts.
– Prompts are divided into five categories – remixing, erasure, out and about, conceptual and chance operation.
– Each category offers six distinct badges to be earned.
– Poets choose their own source text.
– For more information, check out pomosco.com.
A dear friend and fabulous poet, Von Thompson, is a participant. When she told me about the challenge, I decided to play along at home.
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SOURCE TEXT: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
If you love me, don’t say anything at all;
just let me go, and if you can’t say something,
put me back together. It was a great fall.
No stitch in time can save us, horses or kings.
Men! This is how walls and cookies crumble. Rain,
on every red sky morning, falls on the plain.
We spilled the milk, take warning: you can’t know what
— until I am gone, don’t cry over what you got.
ABOUT:
For today’s prompt, write a “back to basics” poem. For me, back to the basics means jumping to the fundamentals. Maybe it’s me re-learning (or praPticing) fundamentals–like running or writing–but it could also be a child learning how to tie his shoestrings, which can be a unique experience for both the child and the adult trying to give instructions and advice. Back to basics could also be re-setting a state of mind or getting back into a routine. In a way, spring is a season that gets back to the basics.
POETIC FORM: RISPETTO
http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetic-forms/poetic-forms-rispetto
LINK TO PROMPT:
http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2014-april-pad-challenge-day-21
That’s the night air in the city
tastes like remorse mixed with regret.
When you can’t see stars for neon
glow of traffic, just forget it.
When the moon as pale as smoke is,
that’s the night air in the city.
Caterpillar blows his smoke rings,
questions floating, “Just who are you?”
Sounds like bike tires on the sidewalk,
swishing, swishing, just a whisper.
That’s the night air in the city,
filling your ears with nothing new.
Turn the corner, follow footsteps,
She’s the rabbit in a white dress,
always slipping out of your sight.
That’s the night air in the city.
ABOUT:
Prompt #12 of the April 2014 Writer’s Digest Poem-A-Day Challenge
For today’s prompt, write a city poem. The poem can take place in a city, can remember the city (in a general sense), be an ode to a specific city, or well, you should know the drill by now. City poem: Write it!
POETIC FORM: THE QUATERN
Quatern Poetic Form Rules
1.This poem has 16 lines broken up into 4 quatrains (or 4-line stanzas).
2.Each line is comprised of eight syllables.
3.The first line is the refrain. In the second stanza, the refrain appears in the second line; in the third stanza, the third line; in the fourth stanza, the fourth (and final) line.
4.There are no rules for rhyming or iambics.
LINK TO THE PROMPT:
http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2014-april-pad-challenge-day-12
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