Form

As a music student, I was introduced to the concept of musical forms such as the sonata, fugue, or symphony. My teacher felt that a study of form across disciplines plus a study of how to listen would provide a deep education for anyone who pursued that path. I became a better listener of music when I knew more about form.

Fast forward nearly 50 years and I am back in the study of form. This time poetic form. My task this week was to write a poem in a form created by Marilyn Singer called a Reverso. You can read about the form and her poetry here. I have struggled to write such a poem, but I did learn a practice technique that helped me.

First, draft your thoughts.

Next, write words, phrases, or sentences on strips of paper (1 line of poetry per strip).

Then, play with the strips. Change the sequence or tear it in half to make two lines. Discard unnecessary language. Add necessary language or revised language.

Finally, decide on the order that becomes the poem you want to write.

Publish.

My poem-draft is too rough to share here, but below is a picture of my workspace. This practice technique took away some of the frustration and fear associated with writing a reverso. Maybe it will help you or your students with their poetry!

Bread Baking

So

Many

Memories

Returning today

As we make bread dough

Cup by cup with water

Yeast, flour, sugar, salt, and oil.

Soon our senses will burst with smells

And tastes of homemade goodness and love.

Thank you to Two Writing Teachers for this month of stories.

Poems in the Chat

For many of us, Zoom and similar platforms have been a blessing and a curse. For me, Zoom has been mostly a blessing which has allowed me to make new friends and stay in touch with family.

The chat function is an interesting feature. It can enhance what it being said; it can hold questions; it can provide humorous asides (or snarky comments); it can provide links for further study. In my experience with my writers group at TeachWrite, the chat does all of these things. Sometimes, serendipitous things happen.

One night, a group member was listing her writing goals for the week and ended with “and a partridge in a pear tree.” We all laughed. Next up, the science teacher. He listed his goals, but shook his head when others tried to add the partridge to his list. A chat opportunity opened!

I started with “A falcon in a fir tree?”
Someone else followed with “An owl in an oak tree?”
Then, “A sparrow in a spruce?”
And, “A cardinal in a conifer?”

I realized in that moment, my community of writers had extemporaneously collaborated on a small poem-ish text. It was a moment of happiness for me. I felt I belonged.

Image from Pixaby.com

March 31, 2020

Only the explosion of blossoms and buds,

Only the shouts of children playing games,

Only the love from my children and grandchildren,

Only the connection with friends on Zoom,

Only the walks among trees and along rivers,

Only the kind helpers in neighborhoods,

Only the words shared on these pages,

Only the music and poetry,

Only the walls of home,

Only time,

Only this.

This is not small.

Thank you to the amazing educators at TWO WRITING TEACHERS who give so much of their time and talent to supporting students and teachers. I’m forever grateful.



March 2020 Slice of Life Writing Challenge