Before beginning the prompt for the first week of May, I extend my sincerest thanks to all the poets and readers who visited "The Music in It" and who posted their poems and thoughts throughout April. You all made National Poetry Month a richer celebration because of your sharing! (Special thanks go to Basil for posting poems based on the inspiration words every day!)
If there were no
poetry on any day in the world,
poetry would be
invented that day.
For there would be an
intolerable hunger.
– Muriel Rukeyser
Now … imagine yourself in a room:
you stand in front of a window and look out. What do you see? What are
the actual things in your line of sight? What metaphorical images do the actual
things suggest? Is the window open or closed? Do you lean on the sill? Do you
feel the sill’s wood under your elbows? Do you touch the window glass with your
hand, arm, or face? Is it cold or warm? How does what you see compare with what
you’d like to see? What does the window symbolize for you? Do you take a step
back and see your own reflection looking at you? Now imagine yourself standing
outside and looking in through a window. What does the outside feel like in
comparison to what you see inside? Do you see people? How do they relate to one
another? Do you feel left out? Why? How is this “looking in” a metaphor? What
about the window itself: is the glass clean, dirty, clear, smudged, tinted,
broken?
In workshops with students
I use a prompt dealing with windows and ask the students to write a poem
entitled “When I Look Out My Window I See.” I tell the students that their
window views may be real or imaginary. I encourage them to be creative, to
fantasize, to use the window as a vehicle to describe home, family life,
school, relationships, or to use the window as a means of seeking, defining and
clarifying (looking back, looking to the future). Often, the poems are quite
extraordinary. Of course, you know where I’m going with this prompt – the same
suggestions apply but you will, of course, approach the writing with your adult
perspective. Look through a “window” (real, imagined, symbolic, metaphorical,
or in a dream) and create a poem.
Examples:
(Remember prompt #53 in which this poem was the model?)
I've enjoyed the National Poetry Month post immensely and will continue to do so until the very end of April! But - it's really great to see the weekly prompts back! Thank you so much, Adele!
ReplyDeleteJamie
Thanks, Jamie! I have to admit that while I enjoyed doing the whole month as one "prompt," I really missed posting every week.
DeleteI tried to get into the prompt by using a particular kind of window, the back window of my parents' car
ReplyDeleteBACK WINDOW
My favorite window
was the oval one
at the back of the family Buick
through which I'd see
street lights on wooden poles
fade into the distance
on the Belt Parkway,
the ride back from just about
everywhere; how I'd fall asleep,
then awaken when my parents
would place me onto my bed
in the living room of our
three room apartment,
their friendly faces,
like brother and sister moons,
affording protection.
Another wonderful family poem! Thanks so much for sharing it! I think a lot of us can identify with that window in your family car. I'm so glad the prompt took that memory into words!
DeleteThis is a wonderful poem that brings back memories of car trips with my mom and dad. Poems like thins remind me of childhood and how much I miss the way things were back then. Thank you, Bloom306!
DeleteJamie
Something's awful outside my window
ReplyDeleteA big fleshy man
half dressed
with his ass crack
showing
delicately holding a cell phone
to his ear
pacing back and forth
outside
I turn my eyes eastward
to the rising sun
to burn out the image
Risa -- something awful indeed! Thanks so much for sharing your poem! You've written the scene so visually, and what contrast between the fleshy, half-dressed man and the way he delicately holds his cell phone (made me wonder who he's talking to).
DeleteMe too!
DeleteRisa,
DeleteI had a plumber here this morning and his jeans were, well, shall I say "slipping!"
I thought of your poem with a smile.
Jamie
This week's prompt made me think of the following quote by a famous haiku poet:"Throw open your window and let the scenery of clouds and sky enter your room!" (Yosa Buson)
ReplyDeleteGreat "window" quote -- thanks, Bob, for posting it!
DeleteGreat quote. Thanks for posting it, Bob!
DeleteSomething Mary Oliver would subscribe to, I think.
Jamie