I’m excited to be starting a whole month of writing a poem every day. Last time, Onj and I wrote a poem every day for two weeks and it was incredibly successful — not because I wrote amazing poems, but because it taught me how to write no matter what mood I was in. The blank page is no longer as scary when I sit down to write a poem. I know something will come if I just keep sitting there; it’s hard work, but it’s also like magic.
Plus, I checked off a lot of my original goals:
- Get into a habit of writing something creative more consistently and often. I’m doing this! I have a newish creative project I’m dedicated to and I write in it most days. Plus, blog posts now come out every 3-5 days instead of every 4-6.
- Learn to let go of the idea that every poem I write has to be a GREAT one. Somehow this sank in really quickly, like maybe after day four. It turns out that lowering my expectations for myself helped me to start producing pretty good poems every once in a while!
- Practice writing the thing I want to write — don’t save a good idea for later. It’s pretty easy to do this with poetry, but I’m hoping this lesson sticks enough to influence my fiction.
- Try new things and experiment. During the two weeks, I wrote a poem with four syllables per line, a poem about biking, a haiku, a poem with a rhyme scheme, a song…
- Rewrite drafts. I didn’t get into this a whole lot at the time, but I’ve revised several of the poems now, and wow…revision is very fun. I think I like it more than drafting. It gives me hope for writing fiction — maybe writing a first draft will always be slow and hard, but the revision stage will be faster and easier!
These are ongoing goals, particularly the one about trying new things. I want to continue to experiment by writing a poem in one form and then trying it in another one to see which one suits it better. I think I’m intimidated at the thought of changing a poem that already has a structure, and I would love to see what surprises come out of doing something like that.
This time around, I’m mostly following (belatedly) a form calendar that someone made for National Poetry Month. It’s only day three and I’ve already been introduced to two poetic forms I’ve never used (or really heard of) — the tanka and the Golden Shovel. Poets.org/poems has an amazing search that lets you filter by form, so I’ve been able to see examples of each one.
The Golden Shovel is especially interesting. Poets.org defines it as “a poetic form wherein each word of one line from another poem serves as the end word of each line for a newly constructed poem.” It’s a tribute to another artist; you use an excerpt from another poem. The first example of this style was written by Terrance Hayes (his poem is called “The Golden Shovel”), who ended each line of his poem with a word from Gwendolyn Brooks’ “We Real Cool”.
I like the possibilities of this form. You don’t have to choose another person’s poem — you could select a line from a speech, a play, a letter, or a work of fiction. You can use your poem to respond to the original work or you could say something entirely different using the same words.
I decided to use part of a quote from Annie Dillard: “…dangle from it limp wherever it takes you” (from the essay “Living Like Weasels”). It’s only a first draft, but here’s how it turned out (with end words in bold to make it easier to see):
It doesn’t hurt to dangle
Your own prowess away from
Your face to examine it once in a while. It
Won’t kill you to limp
When running isn’t available. Wherever
You go, the struggle tracks with you. But it
Isn’t your own strength that takes
You through. It isn’t you.
I love how this stretched me, mentally. I’m keeping my eyes open for other lines that might make a good Golden Shovel because I’d like to play around with it some more. What does this form say about its original source — both when your poem is on the same topic and when it’s about something else entirely? And what if I could make a self-referencing Golden Shovel that took the first words in a stanza and made them the last words in the next stanza??
Poetry is exciting. Tomorrow’s form is erasure and I can’t wait!