This week, I've gone all the way back to June 27, 2010 and Prompt #11. (You'll notice ow the prompt format has changed over the years). Memoir poems are perennial favorites with many options for new work.
For this prompt, try writing a
memoir poem about an experience that haunts you. This is not to suggest a bad
experience but, rather, a memory that continues to inform the present.
Memoir poems are narrative
because they tell stories. However, we often see memoir "poems" that
"narrate" in what is essentially prose (with a couple of good images,
a few similes or metaphors, and stanzaic arrangements). Most of these poems
don't succeed because they never reach beyond the poet’s impulse to “tell.” The
poem has to be more than the story – it has to be about what happened because of the story.
Watch out for abstractions and
generalizations that equal sentimentality – there's a big difference between
image and abstraction. A memoir poem needs a strong emotional center that
doesn’t smother meaning with sentiment or read like a diary entry.
A poem should contain an element
of mystery or surprise – first to the poet and then to the reader or listener.
A lot of the poems that are read and published today are so cluttered with
superfluous detail (and adjectives) that there are no mysteries or surprises,
and the poems become claustrophobic experiences (I call it TMW – too many
words). Write short for this one as a discipline against writing too much.
Leave a few blanks for the reader to fill in. In other words, tell, but don't
"tell it all." Your memoir poem should lead readers to something more
than the memory.
A perfect example is John Ashbery's "This Room."
In this poem Ashbery remembers a
room, a person, a relationship. He incorporates a few precise details, but not
many – he leaves much to the reader and still achieves a startling sense of
loss and remembrance.
Other great examples (and these,
too, are short poems) are William Stafford's "Once in the 40s" and
Gerald Stern's "The Dancing."
William Stafford: "Once in the 40's"
Gerald Stern: "The Dancing"
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ReplyDeleteFollowing the rules is much less important than enjoying the writing and the poem!
DeleteSo good to see you back on the blog, Lewis! Thanks for sharing your poem with us!
So great to see you back, Lewis! I've missed reading your poems and comments.
DeleteWonderful poem above! Keep them coming, please!
I second that! Nice to see you back, Lewis. What a poem!
DeleteThank you, ladies, it's good to be back. :)
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ReplyDeletehome made spaghetti sauce
tempted the air
across cotton fields
that end of the day feeling
onion perfume
then
the alarm went off
shocking me back
to New Jersey
Wonderful, Risa! I really like the way you incorporate smell and sound. Thanks for sharing with us.
DeleteI love the poem, Risa, especially— "the air across cotton fields."
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