Quilting, Poetry, and Plums

Welcome to Poetry Friday, today hosted by Tabatha Yeatts HERE. Thank you, Tabatha for hosting. It’s a cool sunny beautiful day in Upstate New York. I have been thinking, as are many, about the storm in Florida and hope that people who need it find food and shelter and stay safe.

This week I quilted a small table runner for my sister who just moved to San Antonio, Texas. I made it by piecing different prints of fabric in stripes until I liked the way it looked. It was not difficult, but it was fun to arrange the patterns next to one another.

It was like moving words and lines around in a poem. I am currently reading HOW POEMS GET MADE, by James Longenbach, who teaches in Rochester, NY, published in 2018. ( Bear with me. Sometimes I write a blog post so I understand something better. It just might be the case here.)

Trust me, it a lot more challenging reading this heady book than making my little table runner, placing fabric pieces where I want them. But in this book the author showed me, in a concrete example, how the placement of a word in the right place can make a difference in the tone in a poem. I already knew that, but I felt it more clearly after reading his chapter on “tone.”

Longenbach gives us an example to think about, of a simple sentence written three ways. The bold-printed word in each version is to be accentuated.

You said that?
You said that?
You said that? 

We see the same sentence, but the tone of each line is different depending on which word gets the accent. It’s fun to perform these three versions like an actor: horrified, or curious, or in an angry tone.

Now, given that accents can change tone, a poet in the process of writing a poem must decided where to place a word that she wants accentuated. Longenbach gives us the example of a poem by William Carlos Williams to help us think about it. Here are the first two stanzas:

To A Poor Old Woman by William Carlos Williams

munching a plum on
the street a paperbag
of them in her hand

They taste good to her
They taste good
to her. They taste
good to her. 

The rest of the poem can be read Here.

The first line of the second stanza feels satisfying. “They taste good to her.” But the next three lines, through enjambment of the line, we hear the same sentence five syllables differently. In line two, we read the word “good”as accentuated because it’s at the end of the line. In line three the word “taste” is accentuated because of where it appears at the end of the line. In general, a word at the end of a line gets noticed, and I can see it here. It alters the tone of what is being communicated.

I cannot describe it as well as professor Longenbach does, and I’ve greatly simplified the point, I am sure. But I understand perhaps better why enjambment and line endings are such important tools in any poets toolbox.

Just as I could have placed the fabric in my quilt a number of different ways to achieve a certain results. There are different ways to arrange words in a poem to achieve the accent and tone that you seek. I recommend this book if you want more than just the nuts and bolts of writing poetry.

Thanks for reading. Have a great weekend!

Made of Stars

Welcome to Poetry Friday! This week we are hosted by Rose HERE at her blog, Imagine the Possibilities. Thank you for hosting, Rose.

Take the blinders from your vision, 

take the padding from your ears, 

and confess you've heard me crying, 

and admit you've seen my tears.
       MAYA ANGELOU, Excerpt from her poem, "Equality." 

After posting a villanelle last week I wrote a few more. I became familiar with the form, and found it useful to try again. But there were none that I liked enough to share this week. Que lastima!

I know I’m not the only Poetry Friday blogger who watched the Ken Burns documentary on America and the Holocaust. It’s well worth the time and I hope everyone sees it, especially kids old enough to understand. Watch it Here on PBS. I know more about America’s response to Nazi Germany.

First of all, Hitler used our Jim Crow South and the treatment of Native Americans as guidance on what to do about the Jews. Though the killing of thousands appeared in newspapers, readers thought it was a lie. And that was a convenient belief for the many just didn’t want to help Jews.

What comes to mind when we think about the Holocaust? Most Americans think of death in gas chambers. However, that was just one creative and efficient method used. There were endless methods used to murder thousands and thousands of Jewish men, women and little children. Guns, being thrown from heights, starvation, exhaustion, exposure. One writer said Nazi methods and depravity was “bottomless.”

Ken Burns shows us the details of how Nazi thinking evolved and the genocide was organized. Many Americans eventually, over several years, came to believe the murdering was really happening, but by 1944, it was too late for the four million had already been killed.

Because of the racism of members in Congress and the State Department, America didn’t help Jews for a long time, though, near the end, heroic individuals supported by our government stepped up to smuggle thousands of Jews out of Europe. Of course, we owe a debt to the soldiers who fought in the war.

I learned Charles Lindbergh, once an American hero to many, who in the 1940’s was eventually recognized as a Nazi sympathizer, created a slogan, “America First.”

Years later, in 2016, many probably might have thought that slogan was new, not a recycled, stale, failed boxcar to a dark chapter of our past.

I offer this poem today.

A HUMAN GALAXY

Our bodies, made of cells
are like 
constellations

like the one who wears 
a belt,
another dipping water,
and others
all conjured from stars.

While we, 
swirl together
sharing our humanity
in our smaller 
and fragile universe. 

© Janice Scully 2022

Our children need to understand about white supremacy, Hitler and how all groups that are labeled “others” are treated. If they don’t, a Holocaust could happen again.

I am so grateful for our democracy and the efforts made by our President and others to keep it.

Thank you for reading! I am looking forward to a good weekend and hope you will have one too.

Thank you, Rose, for hosting Poetry Friday!

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A Villenelle

Welcome to Poetry Friday, this week hosted by the talented poet and children’s author Kat Apel, who hails from Australia, HERE. Thank you for hosting! I look forward to seeing what’s new down under.

I got lost in enjoying the summer here in Central New York. So I allowed myself enjoy being outside and contemplate my writing ambitions. But in September, feeling a bit out of it, I was glad to attend a small Zoom meeting with Jone McCullough and a few other poetry friends.

It was awesome seeing everyone! We talked about the market and, yes, the difficulties therein, but also just enjoyed chatting and laughing. I need to get on-line more regularly because I miss seeing friends, hearing of submission opportunities, getting book recommendations and especially showing support for the kid-lit community.

So now I’m renewing my engagement in poetry. I discovered this 2021 craft book, HOW TO WRITE A FORM POEM, by Tania Runyan. There are many placed to learn about forms, but this is an excellent book, covering the nuts and bolts and a form might be useful.

So, I chose to write a Villanelle this week. Runyan suggested that waiting for something, anything, might bring to mind a villanelle. So I wrote about waiting to say goodbye to a loved one who lives far away.

BACK TO THE WEST COAST


Phil is going to leave today,
Sometime, perhaps around two,
Exactly when, he didn’t say.

Grown-up offspring cannot stay—
of course, that’s nothing new.
Philip’s going to leave today,

return to California, far away,
with all its stunning views.
When he’ll return he doesn’t say.

Outside the sky is gray,
though our family seems renewed—
yes, he’s going to leave today.

I hide twinges of dismay,
hug him as we always do.
When he’ll return he couldn't say.

Someone is waiting; he can’t delay
whatever he must do.
He said he’s going to leave today.
When he’ll return he didn’t say. 


© Janice Scully 2022

THE CALIFORNIA COAST