It's April 8th!
My turn to add a line to Irene Latham's Progressive Poem 2013
[Click on the poet name below to see how the poem grows day-by-day through April]
So far, seven Kidlitosphere poets have posted their contributions to the growing poem.You can find my first post about this on Friday, March 29th.
Here is my thought-process as a contributor:
I've watched as the poem opened with a possibility (when you listen to your footsteps) and moved quickly into dreamier metaphorical territory (words become music), then got rhythmic with a clever line by Matt (rapping and tapping feet/fingers.)
In Line 4, what feels almost like a new stanza equates the pen to a dancer, with the fifth line adding types of dances, and the exuberant sixth line picking up on and continuing the rhythm Matt introduced in Line 3. I'm not quite sure where the dancers have gone, though.That word "love" worries me - love is always a loaded cannon, it makes a lot of noise if named, and I get a little weird with big emotions in a poem.
My line is coming soon, and I can feel the urge which comes over me (when things get dreamy) to put the brakes on and bring the poem back to the real world.Wind whispering, maybe, but to what? To water? I will try to resist the urge to darken it up because, after all, it's spring, why not save the dark lines for winter and go for something cheerful? a little voice inside says, "Love is quite nice in the springtime, Julie." But I don't know if I can do dreamy.
My line is coming soon. What will Line 7 do?
Line 7, it turns out, begins a new stanza. It's sweet and floaty, too - dreams and whispers. So now I have to choose - push the poem back into the real world (can we get those dancers back, can we take the poem outside for some fresh air, forget words on paper and forget about metaphors that are self-referential to what we do when we write?) or should I try stay with the idea of words whispering? I can feel the normal panic and pressure of trying to find the poem's proper direction, only I can't go back and revise as I do constantly (as I compose) to make everything line up with my own choices! That's what the roller coaster ride is all about - letting go. Right?
I'm still hoping the rhythms of Lines 3 and 6 can be maintained at the proper intervals. But letting go, letting go. Hmmmm. A shortish line is needed now, no rhyme at this point (though could there be an internal rhyme? I do love rhyme....) What to do?? Well, since I'm not the Lone Poet here and here are a lot of lines to come, lots of poets to add twists and turns, I'm going to relax. Forget wind whispering. Forget about taking the poem outside. Just bring back the "dancers" - the words - and leave it as wide open as I can for the imagination of tomorrow's poet.
Okay, here's my contribution. I'm diving in to the dance:
When you listen to your footsteps
the words become music and
the rhythm that you're rapping gets your fingers tapping, too.
Your pen starts dancing across the page
a private pirouette, a solitary samba until
smiling, you're beguiling as your love comes shining through.
Pause a moment in your dreaming, hear the whispers
of the words, one dancer to another, saying
Take it away, Carrie, for Line 9! Here is the line-up of contributors and dates:
2 Joy Acey
10 Linda Baie
12 Linda Kulp
19 Irene Latham
22 Laura Shovan
24 Katya Czaja
25 Diane Mayr
27 Ruth Hersey30 April Halprin Wayland