Fooling Around with Poems

Space

This is about two kinds of space – the spacing of poems on the page, and the space we live in. I’m respectful of the spacing a writer uses, especially a poet’s use of line and space. In class I always nag my students to make real paragraphs, not like the ones I’m using in…

Finding Poems

Poems can come out of the blue. Literally. Early this morning I found a poem on the beach. I was just walking along with Nelson like I do every morning and two women passed who were speaking Italian. I thought how much I loved the sound of that language. And then I noticed the ocean…

Thanksgiving Poem

"Thanks" is the poem I'm reading to my class this morning. (I always read a poem at the beginning of every class I teach.)  My thought on poetry is that it either hits you in the heart or doesn't. Poems don't need intellectual understanding – though that can deepen your appreciation of the poem later.…

Perfect Poem for Poetry Month

  I just rediscovered this poem in my notebooks.  Thank you Ann Gould for sending it to the blog last year during Poetry Month.  And thank you Pamela Spiro Wagner for writing it. How to Read a Poem: Beginner's Manual by Pamela Spiro Wagner First, forget everything you have learned, that poetry is difficult, that it cannot be…

Poetry Week

  Here we are in the middle of National Poetry Month (April) and not a word about it on this blog. (My silence has been due to a frenzy of work – trying to catch up after being gone for most of March.)  There are two sites you can sign up for a poem a…

A Poem for Writers

    KITES OF EXPECTATION become anchors of habit until, lightened of the weight of our need, they fly once more               – James DePreist (FYI: This poem is supposed to be single spaced but TypePad insists on double spacing it. My apologies to the poet. Spacing really matters in poetry.)

Searching: The Perfect Poem

  Sometimes the perfect poem comes along. "Searchers" by Jim Harrison was sent to me by my friend and student Elizabeth Aquino last week the day after I wrote the post about Charlotte searching and grieving for Stuart.   Searchers by Jim Harrison At dawn Warren is on my bed,a ragged lump of fur listeningto the birds as if…