We often discuss being objective
about our poems when we edit and refine them (of course, we all know that real
objectivity about our own work is next to impossible). Last week we wrote about
pieces of furniture—this week, we’re going to spin the word objective and use an object as
inspiration—let’s take a fresh look at something to which we don’t generally
pay a lot of attention. (Some might call these "object poems.")
Guidelines:
1. Take a look around your living
space and select an odd, unusual, or taken-for-granted object—something that
speaks to you about its unusualness, a special time, someone who gifted the
object to you, or a memory associated with the object. Remember that this must
be an inanimate object.
2. Free write about the object
and its associations. Or, make a list of things that the object calls to mind.
3. Establish your connection with
the object.
4. Working from your free write
or list, begin to draft a poem using the object’s name as your working title
(remember that a working title can be changed later on).
5. Don’t make this a
personification or persona poem. That is, don’t ascribe human characteristics
to the object. Write from your
point of view, not the object’s.
Tips:
1. Think about possibly transforming
an unusual object into something familiar.
2. Describe your chosen object,
reference it, give it a sense of movement and trajectory.
3. Think in terms of the senses,
especially colors and textures.
4. Create a second subject in
your poem by thinking beyond the object itself to what it means to you (or what
it might mean to someone else).
5. Don’t just write a flat
description of an object; your poem should be based on imagery rather than
philosophy or psychology to underscore the poem’s meaning(s). Be sure to go
beyond the obvious!
6. Be as objective as possible when you edit and refine your poem (imagine a big smile here)!
Examples:
Late night here and just getting to my computer after 'one of those days'. Love this prompt and looking forward to working with it.
ReplyDeleteAs always, Jamie, thanks for your comment and your kind words!
DeleteThanks for this one, Adele. I'm going to ask my students to choose objects in their backpacks or school lockers to write about. Should be fun the week before Thanksgiving when little work gets done.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you're able to use this one with your students. I hope they enjoyed it!
DeleteI found this prompt to be quite difficult but, I did enjoy the challenge. I will have a few more attempts at this form of poetry...definitely well worth further exploration. Thank you, Adele :)
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Adam and Eve
Rainbow down-and-over the hill where the acorns
are deep in moss under mature English Oak tree's
by the canal towpath and the old sorcerer
on his narrow boat carves the mandrake root into
Adam and Eve, six-inch figurines dried, varnished
then placed on separate plinths of oak wood a gift
for grandson just born and fifty-five years later
used as bookends for the poetry handwritten
by my grandfather and left to me to read of
a long ago garden of Eden never lost.
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Lovely, Lewis!
DeleteI really enjoy your poems and seeing how the prompts inspire your words. Thank you so much for sharing your work with us!
Ditto to Jamie's comment!!!
DeleteThank you, Jamie. I'm still playing around with this week's prompt...how to write about an object and to weave a personal element into it, or to see the object in an unusual way. Not so easy.
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ReplyDeletecuriously curled
in the crescent moon
the exotic female
sat
embraced by the
heavenly sky
she
continues to uplift
the spirit of my heart
filling it with well wishings
Risa, there is no need for me to say anything more than WOW!
DeleteI love the sense of something magical brought into focus through the title! Well done!
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ReplyDeleteThe light bulb sun beneath the pleated skirt
for a head that warms the planet flowers —
prints in orbit — pink tulip, buttercup,
violet, on parallel even folds.
Oyster shell feet that support an oak wood
body, slender, painted white and on its
collared neck hang pearl drop crystals aglow
with the mystery of a child's mother.
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Very nice, Lewis! Thanks so much for sharing! I was away from my computer most of the day and just found your email regarding the first post of the poem. I was about to delete it as you requested when I found that you already had. Glad that worked out!
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