This week’s prompt asks you to
think back to a relationship from your past (parent, friend, romantic, work, May-December,
toxic, love/hate, abusive). If you think hard you’ll be
able to define several. Focus on one and think about one word that describes or
relates to that relationship. Can you write a poem about the relationship that
uses the word just once for maximum effect (in the title and/or text of the
poem)?
Guidelines:
1. Think about your past
relationships—don’t limit the kind of relationships you remember, and keep in
mind that this must be a past relationship, not one in which you’re currently
involved.
2. Choose one of your past
relationships as the subject for your poem.
3. Think of a word that relates,
directly or indirectly, to that relationship. Just one word, so make it a
strong one!
4. Begin writing your poem (about
the relationship) and include the word (in the title and/or within the poem).
BUT …. here’s the challenge: you can only
use the word once. Synonyms (as many as you like) are allowed, though.
Tips:
1. Because you’re focused on two
things in this poem (the relationship and the word), work toward incorporating
them through imagery and content.
2. Try writing beyond your last
line, then go back and find the real last line hidden in what you’ve written.
3. Don’t undercut your poem’s
“authority” by ending with trivia or a “so what” line that doesn’t make your
readers gasp.
4. Leave your reader something to
reflect upon.
5. Point toward something broader
than the body of the poem.
Example:
Take a look at the poem below,
“Red Bud,” from Nancy Lubarski’s book, Tattoos
(Finishing Line Press, 2014, Copyright © 2014).
Although the poem wasn’t written
for this prompt, it’s still a perfect example of what you might do with your own
poem this week. In “Red Bud,” Nancy deals with the relationship between parents
and children, loved ones, and losses. There are several relationships at work
in this poem. The tree that fell in a storm might well be a metaphor for other
kinds of loss. Notice how Nancy’s
poem is image-based and written with absolute economy of words. This poem tells
a story, but it’s not merely anecdotal—it does more than simply relate
something that happened, it goes beyond the obvious and suggests something more
than the loss of a tree. As I've noted often before, the best poems have more than one subject: their obvious subjects (of course) and one or more "inner" subjects as well. Think about how you can achieve this in your own work.
Which word in the poem do you think is the defining
word in "Red Bud," articulated only once? (Scroll
down for the answer.)
Red
Bud
When you planted it years
ago, it was to teach our two
sons about care and tending.
They helped you trim the
branches each spring to
ease its growth upward.
I wish the storm had spared
that Red Bud—the single
gust that ripped the roots
and toppled it. Now, there will
be no more flowers. The boys
are older; they didn’t notice
that the tree was gone.
(Reprinted
by permission of the author.)
You can order Tattoos (I recommend it highly!) directly from the publisher.
(Answer: The defining word in "Red Bud" is “gone,”
effectively placed as the last word in the poem.)
Another interesting prompt with more than one dimension!
ReplyDeleteNancy Lubarsky's poem is lovely and illustrates beautifully what you're asking us to do with this prompt.
Thank you once again!
Thanks, Jamie! I'm glad to know that you like Nancy's poem. She's a very gifted poet!
DeleteThanks for your feedback, Jamie, and thank you, Adele!
DeleteSo many ideas for poems inspired by this week's prompt. The poem below is about my relationship with the fear of death and the way it has changed.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Adele :)
~ ~ ~
In The Field
When he calls he won't care as you shiver
with fear under the rainbow's arc, where leaves
cartwheel in the field by the barn and the
last drops of rain fall from the farmers coat
nailed to the scarecrow created to scare
away the crows. Is that Death at your side
and you in his eye? — "Quick," he says, "shoot a
glance at my brave, fine face, I dare you, smile.
~ ~ ~
oh, Lewis! I luv it
DeleteSuch an evocative poem… caused some much reflection…
DeleteBasil
Risa, we enjoy writing these poems, it's always a thrill when others enjoy reading them :)
DeleteHi, Basil,
DeleteThe subject of 'death' now and again creeps into my poems, as though a reminder of life.
As Basil noted, this is a very evocative poem, and it's so wonderful to see where the prompt led you
DeleteAs always, Lewis, thank you so much for sharing!
I love your word choices. They get to the heart of it.
DeleteThank you for your comment. And talking about words that get to the heart of it — 'they didn’t notice that the tree was gone,' from the featured poem 'Red Bud' do exactly that.
DeleteAn interesting idea. I may ask my students to think about Nancy's poem, discuss it, identify the key word, and then work on something similar. I may have to give them some ideas about relationships too.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment, Rich! I hope the prompt worked well with your students!
DeleteI would love to see what they come up with.
DeleteLesbian!
ReplyDeleteHe painted that on my apartment wall
WTF
and he was my fiancé!
What was I thinking?
It was obedience
I had forgotten.
I was an adult, after all, not a child.
Caught between worlds
the '60s opened closed doors
I walked through them
Freedom
'Another Sunday', 'I Met The Devil in Florida' and now 'Lesbian'. Risa, I love this style of writing, actually, I feel excited about it. I look forward to reading more of these. :)
DeleteThank you, Lewis. Thanks Adele for providing this platform for us to be inspired and to share!
DeleteWow, Risa! You've done it again! You have a very distinctive style and work it so well!
DeleteI'm grateful that you enjoy the blog and find the prompts inspiring.
Thank you for sharing!
Risa- Amazing how a single word can generate so much.
DeleteTHE LAST EXCHANGE
ReplyDeleteI remember us —
passengers on separate
busses scaling the steep street
from Milton Square’s terminal.
One month after my air-force training
began and our love ended.
You point me out to your sister
the way kids tug their mothers’
skirts at military parades
(or circus rings)
to wow in awe of steel tanks
or feel sorry for sad clowns..
I see the pointing finger,
but pretend
I don't.
I look away. My hands, awkward,
tidy up the air force hat on my head.
Our busses drive apart.
© Basil Rouskas
Basil, it's always a pleasure to read your well thought out poems—I hope we get the chance to read more of them here at Adele's blog.
Deletenice, Basil!
DeleteThank you Risa!
DeleteThank you Lewis!
Thank you Adele!
Superb, Basil! A perfect example for this prompt. (I think your key/defining word might be "apart.")
DeleteI agree with Lewis that it's always a pleasure to read your poems. Thanks so much for sharing this one with us.
Yes! "Apart" is the key word. Thanks for the wonderful prompt.
DeleteBasil
Great job, Basil!
DeleteI have much admiration for all the comments poems and for Nancy Lubarsky's example poem "Red Bud." I will try to order a copy of Nancy's book and hope the publisher will ship to India. Thank you to all for this wonderful sharing.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much. If you have any trouble let me know. I have extra copies.
DeleteThanks so much for your comment, Amita!
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