Friday, June 07, 2019

Skinny poems

This month my poetry sisters and I are trying our hands at writing Skinny poems.The Skinny form was created by Truth Thomas in the Tony Medina Poetry Workshop at Howard University. The Skinny Blog explains the form this way:

"A Skinny is a short poem form that consists of eleven lines. The first and eleventh lines can be any length (although shorter lines are favored). The eleventh and last line must be repeated using the same words from the first and opening line (however, they can be rearranged). The second, sixth, and tenth lines must be identical. All the lines in this form, except for the first and last lines, must be comprised of ONLY one word. The point of the Skinny, or Skinnys, is to convey a vivid image with as few words as possible. Skinny poems can be about any subject, although the form generally reflects more serious concerns facing humankind. Also, Skinnys can be linked, much like Haiku, Senryu or Tanka. (Note: As a matter of aesthetics, the plural form of the Skinny should be “Skinnys.”)"

I had some fun making these. I found it difficult, however, to create something that held a lot of meaning and context for a wide audience from such a limited pallet of words. One word per line and repeating the same word three times is harder than I thought it would be!

Here's my best effort so far:

You loved to dance
but
didn't
have
enough,
but
the
music
stopped,
but
Love, you danced!


Liz and Sara are taking a break this month. We look forward to them joining in the coming weeks. Take a look at what my poetry sisters have written in this form:


And visit the Friday Poetry roundup at Michelle Kogan's blog. Enjoy!

Friday, April 05, 2019

Dyslexic insomniac poetry

Q: What do dyslexic insomniacs think about in the middle of the night?




A: Is there really a dog?

Ha Ha. Now that we are on the subject of anagrams, guess what the Poetry Princesses are tangling with this month? That's right, anagram poems! And whew, they are a doozy.

From our internet research we found four types of anagram poems:
  1. Word pairs made up of the same letters in different orders.
  2. Lines made up of the same set of words in different orders.
  3. When end words all use at least four letters from the words in the title.
  4. Anagram a poet's name to come up with the title and then write a poem to go with it.
I remembered a poem I have loved since I was in college that followed the second form above. It's by the Scottish poet Edwin Morgan, titled Opening the Cage: 14 Variations on 14 Words. Man, I love that poem. Take a moment to enjoy it right now.

For my poem I was thinking about April and how beautiful but mixed up and confusing the weather can be, which fits right in with mixing up a bunch of words and trying to find beauty.



April Weather

Good sunshine; but no fair breezes bringing a wind and fair blossoms.
Good wind brings fair blossoms, but no rain in sunshine or breezes.
Bring sunshine, good wind, and fair breezes, but no blossoms or rain!
Bring good blossoms but no wind, and rain in breezes of sunshine!

But fair wind or breezes in sunshine and no blossoms brings rain.
But no sunshine or good rain bringing fair breezes in wind and blossoms.
No breeze but a good wind brings blossoms in fair sunshine and rain.
No wind in sunshine, but fair rain and a good breeze brings blossoms.

                                                                            -Andromeda Jazmon



Check out what my Poetry Sisters have done with the anagram challenge: (Kelly Ramsdell is taking a break this month, but will be back!)

And please take some enjoyable time reading the other Friday Poetry posts hosted by Karen Edmisten.

Friday, February 01, 2019

Miracle Story Poems


This month I am writing with my Poetry Sisters. We are all writing prose poems in the style of Marilyn Nelson’s “Minor Miracle,” about a small, miraculous thing you have seen or know. Click the link in the poem's title to read Nelson's poem so you know where we are headed. The Poetry Sisters have been writing together for over ten years now, which is hard to believe. This year we are excited to be joined by Rebecca Holmes, starting next month.

What I love most about Marilyn Nelson's poem is the exquisite details in her setting. You can just feel yourself on that bike ride through the countryside, and hear the dialog rip. Also, of course, the amazing turn as the miracle is revealed at the very end. I have been racking my brain for an experience of a small miracle that would fit in a poem. I can think of so many miracles, as God is so good. But they are not small. Maybe none are, right?

So anyway, we got a kitten just after Christmas this year. Talk about small, this cat's tiny. And full of zip. The more I thought about him, the more miracle I saw. It seemed the Spirit was showing me a miracle to write about and share. Here's what I got:

Talk About Minor Miracle

Which reminds me of another bit of fluff
that saved us. When the littlest kitten
skittered into our house, it was a house of broken
hearts, wrung out, stretched thin fears, and
no more family dinners. We’d got to when no one
could stand to sit down together
in case tears choked or fists flew.


After losing so much, there was plenty of space
for a tiny flutter of pin prick, skinny boned,
all sass curiosity that could dash up and
down silly with wide eyed jade gaze. Hungry. Bold
enough and fool enough to catch any dangling
loose end; forgotten strings, crumpled receipts,
dust bunnies or tumbled scraps left too long
for want of care, want of will. We’d lost a child.
Lost a brother. Lost.


“Where’s the kitten?” The youngest son would say,
tipping his head around my door; come out of his cave,
from out the silence around the screen glow. He’d scoop
up kitten from amongst my quilts, pretending
to toss him over. But really, snuggling
that beating heart. The way a teenage
boy grabs a hug, sliding sideways as if.
The wonder of how a curl of fur
fits in a hoodie pocket, finds a warm lap,
accepts kisses. All start and go and what? Eager
to trouble the waters.
-Andromeda Jazmon

Please go visit the blogs of my Poetry Sisters to read their poems, 


Also, please visit the Poetry
Friday Round up at Tabitha Yeatts' blog The Opposite of Indifference. Happy Friday!

Friday, December 07, 2018

List poem

This month my poetry sisters writing group and I are creating list poems. It seems like a good choice for December, what with checking all the lists for gifts, and books, and end of the year things. I have been toying with list poems in my head all month. Here's one of mine, somewhat based on possible reality (any resemblance to real people's laundry is purely coincidence, I'm sure).  The Poetry Sisters challenge was to include at least two of these words: paper, stars, messages, promises, dirt, flour, rum, hope.


In the Laundry Room

Emptying his pockets
in the size 14 joggers:

ear buds, tangled
half a tiny flash light
    (where'd the batteries go?)
candy wrappers
a gamer stylus
Mario Cart DS game cartridge
three dirty pennies
his morning meds
crumbled up paper dated 3 days ago
     with two messages from his teacher:
       "Please call me."
        " It's important."

                              -Andromeda Jazmon





Please visit my Poetry Sisters' blogs to see their fun and amazing list poems today:

Laura Purdie Salas
Liz Garton Scanlon
Tanita S. Davis
Sara Lewis Holmes
Kelly Ramsdell
Trisha Stohr Hunt

 And then visit the Friday Poetry Round up at Elizabeth Steinglass. Enjoy!

Friday, November 02, 2018

Anaphora; a November Poetry Sisters challenge

Every month for the past several years I have been challenged by my online writing group to take on a form or a style of poetry and create an original to share. (Mine are linked here.) I haven't been able to keep up this year, but last month and this I have been back in the game.


This month we are challenged to write something using the poetic technique of anaphora. Our theme is gratitude and grace in loss. Losing keys, books, earrings, memories - surrendering them to the void and chaos that is life, and looking for and accepting what we receive in return. I lost my oldest son last year and am still reeling. 

Anaphora is the repetition of words or phrases in a poem, as a way of amplifying or intensifying the meaning and effect. It's used in speeches and songs, as well. Here is my attempt:




Living In The Space Between


Between the tight green bud in hardness,
And the sweet rose open in tenderness,
There is a movement of spreading shimmer; a bloom.

Between the moist pale pillow of dough rising,
And the crisp crust of brown bread baking,
There is a movement of rising fragrance; an expanse.

Between the sweet sharp joy of each childhood breath,
And the blind weight of his iPhone after death,
There was a movement of growing discovery; a potential.

Between the last warm time we hugged goodbye,
And the hollow nights when I do nothing but cry,
There was a movement of dim confusion; a dissolution.

Between bright then,
And darkest now,
Movement.

-Andromeda Jazmon 11.1.18

Please take some time to enjoy the other poems shared by my Poetry Sisters at these links:

And stop by the Friday Poetry links hosted by Jama's Alphabet Soup!

Friday, October 05, 2018

Friday Poetry: small animal poems



I'm joining in with my Poetry Sisters once again, to post small poems (six lines or less) about animals. The challenge is to include the three words spike, roof, and shadow. I've done a couple drafts, and am sharing this one about my dog Jax. He's been such a joy to me in the past two years.








Fur Therapy

Across snowfields
my puppy Jax gambols
biting my snowballs into dust;
a spike of laughter
to raise the roof
of my spirit’s shadow.

Andromeda Jazmon 







Please enjoy these links to the other blogs of my Poetry Sisters, where the variety of ways 
they meet this challenge is truly amazing. Also, please find time this weekend to enjoy all 
the poetry links at the Opposite of Indifference - the Poetry Friday Roundup





Tanita S. Davis

Liz Garton Scanlon

Kelly Fineman

Trisha Stohr-Hunt




Friday, September 01, 2017

Back in the game

It's September and I am pulling myself together to get back in the saddle for Poetry Friday. My poetry sisters have been publishing poems every first Friday while I took a break, but this month's prompt was just too enticing for me to pass up. Sara shared a photo she took while working at the Highlights Retreat Center in Honesdale, PA, and it really inspired me. We are writing ekphrastic poems, which are simply poems in response to art and can take any form.





20 questions



What person would wish home to end?
What end person would home wish?
What would a home person wish to end?
What wish would end a person’s home?
What home would an end person wish?
What person wishes home would end?
What end would home wish a person?
What would wish a person’s end home?
What wish a person’s home would end?
What home’s end would a person wish?
What person would wish?
What end person would?
What would a home?
What wish would?
What home would?
What person wishes?
What end?
What would?
What wish?

What home?
-Andromeda Jazmon
9/1/17


Please visit the other poetry sister's blogs and enjoy their poems!


And make sure you stop by the Friday Poetry roundup this weekend, hosted by Kathyrn Apel.