Saturday, April 24, 2010

Favorite Quotes for Today

"The purpose of art is to stop time." Bob Dylan

"That is what stories and poems do, what all art does. Art is energy, held in a form long enough to be experienced."
Ordinary Genius- A Guide for the Poet Within by Kim Addonizio

Friday, April 16, 2010

Helpful Site- Rhymes

 From a
A GLOSSARY OF RHYMES The following terms occur frequently in discussions of poetry and critical writing, but not with absolute consistency. It may be tempting, simply because the terms are listed here, to get overly scrupulous about fine distinctions between, for example, "identical" and "rich" rhyme, or "broken" as opposed to "linked" rhyme--but these are distinctions that rarely find practical sanction in critical usage and are often much more useful for the writer.  Nonetheless, it may be useful to consider the various terms that do appear in the literature.  Even more, it may be useful to gather and describe a range of rhymes available in the English language.  English is often said to be poor in rhyme, as opposed to, for example, the Romance languages, but this glossary and definition of terms will point to a rich variety of choices.  This list is adapted from Poetic Designs, by Stephen Adams (Broadview Press, 1997), and Manual of English Meters, by Joseph Malof (Bloomington: Indiana U Press, 1970). The rhymes are distinguished by usage in the following ways:

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

New Eclectica! Poetry, Fiction, Book Reviews, Interviews, Commentary.

One of my favorite poems from the issue.
The Story—Shoshauna Shy—

Poems About Birds - Poets Online, A site of inspiration since 1998

"POETS ONLINE offers you the opportunity to try writing a poem to our current monthly writing prompt. Write it for yourself, or submit it - and if it is selected, you'll share it with the online world. We will only consider poems that are in response to our current writing prompt.

March 2010

Why have so many poets gone to the birds for inspiration? Song certainly has something to do with it. With poets probably first being singers, birds were natural compatriots.

And how many writers were delighted to discover in some classroom those poetic collective nouns. The avian ones were particularly appealing to me: a murder of crows, a murmuration of starlings, a parliament of fowls.

The poems we used as models included Sandpiper" by Elizabeth Bishop."

Check out my bird poem THE RESTAURANT IS CROWDED EACH MORNING NO MATTER WHAT THE WEATHER, and bird poems by Kathleen Harm, Marie A. Mennuto-Rovello, Michael P. McDermott, Del McNulty Ken Ronkowitz,Pammy, Christopher Morriss, Charles Michaels, Kathy Nelson, Patty Joslyn, Russ Allison Loar,Taylor Graham,Vivien Jones, Emily Henderson and Edward Halperin.

Read the rest

Saturday, April 3, 2010

napowrimo #3: scared yet?

Teeth Mark Fantasy Draft



It is arid August
and the trees sweat
sucking drops of moisture
from the air to relieve
their thirst.

Asters stand on the hill
My white hidden from the sun legs
wrap around your waist
in the tepid pond.
My feet dangle.
We swim together conjoined twins-
You are my Atlas
holding up my world.

Birds’ nests bare
Alligators boulders’ eyes
Hard teeth waiting
To devour.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

April Poems and Drafts - Read Write Poetry Challenge

 April 1
 First Draft
The Floods in New England March 2010

These days there are birds with raincoats
on my windowsill
I sit in my water free house
my dry fountain of sorrow preening imagined wings
Looking up at the sky
There is grayness and rain
in streets on roofs inside other's basements and bedrooms
clothes, couches, food,  love photos of weddings and births
are soggy and damp
rivers rise brooks bulge, drips grow gargantuan
Gladly I praise my good fortune
to not live near a river bank

It is late for the sky to be so introverted with grief
No signs of heat and bloom buds
irises in the front garden
Nothing speaks of spring.

 I am the pretender
 Vertical lines of water fall
 I sing loudly to overcome the sound
 hitting my flat roof.

It is hard to see people running on empty
Hope is that thing with feathers
Call it a loan or whatever but let hope
attach itself to people's skin
after the rain.

Lines from Next Voice You Hear/ The Best of Jackson Browne

 These Days
 Fountain of Sorrow
 Late for the Sky
 The Pretender
 Running on Empty