Friday, November 06, 2015

Edphrastic Poetry with the Seven Sisters

This month my Poetry Sisters and I decided to try Ekphrastic poetry, which is simple poetry written in response to an image or work of art. Tanita found this amazing image, and we all wrote about it in whatever form we chose. I reverted to blank verse, having defaulted to my old favorite. The image is taken from a tumblr blog linked here. The original blog posting (Carnival of Dogs) gave this information:

"Documentation of the installation
Susanne Ussing, I Drivhuset, installed at Ordrupgaardsamlingen 1980.
Galleri Tom Christoffersen

Dear Alice

Bricks laid
around her feet &
spiderwebs of steel
adorning her head; this
goddess of paper mache
looks with horror
at an arm of tin,
a leg of wood.
She wonders.
Made to be encased;
or sheltered after the fact?

             -Andromeda Jazmon 

Visit the blogs of my Poetry Sisters and see what they made for this image:

- Celebrating a 9th blog anniversary!

And be sure to check out the Friday Poetry round up hosted by Katya at

Friday, October 02, 2015

Etheree poems for October

This month the Poetry Sisters have been working on producing Etheree poems.
This form consists of ten lines; and the poems grow by add one syllable to each line. There are no rhymes. Trisha got us started early in the month by posting about the form on here Monday Poetry Stretch. I submitted my first poem there, and then later worked on a few others. You might be able to tell I am in the fall term in my college library; since both of these poems have academic subjects.

Not the same
but somehow… yes.
A format question.
Britannica online claims
it updates daily and covers
the world. In print it fills a bookcase
back home in my father’s dusty study.
    -Andromeda Jazmon; submitted to Trisha’s Monday Poetry Stretch

I scribbled this one down while proctoring a test:

by one
in blue light
of laptop screens
students take the test
that measures their success
in connecting research skills
with their daily tasks as scholars;
eighty-nine freshman struggle as one
each in a faint glow from the same website.
                   -Andromeda Jazmon

Check out what the other Poetry Sisters have done at their websites linked below. I am really quite taken with the beauty of what they have done! 


And today's Friday Poetry roundup is hosted by Heidi at My Juicy Little Universe. Enjoy!

Friday, September 04, 2015

Found Poem in The Scarlet Letter

Our poetry project for this month, cats and kittens, is to create a "Found Poem". This type of poem is drawn from text you find, or stumble over, in any context, that strikes you as rich in potential. Sometimes one can find irony, or humor, or surprising wisdom. Sometimes it's just fun.

I happened to run across an old copy of Norton's Anthology of American Literature, vol. 1 on the library Free Book Shelf, just in time for this project. It made me nostalgic for my undergrad days, with all those hours bent over onion skin pages, highlighter at the ready. I knew I would find something rich there.

The Scarlet Letter. A story I have always felt connection to, and always puzzled over. It's such a painful story, and one in which I want to find more beauty and grace. Perfect for re-working into a Found Poem! If you will pardon me, Mr. Hawthorne, for changing everything... Just imagine the story taken up and shaken hard, till all the judgement, condemnation, shame, and pain fall out...

- Andromeda Jazmon

My Poetry Sisters are also writing Found Poems this month, and you can find them at their blogs:


The lovely Laura has created a Padlet  (a kind of online bulletin board free-for-all) for us as well, where we have posted our poems and where you, dear reader, can add your own if you like! Go ahead and try it out! Then don't forget to visit the Friday Poetry Round up at TeacherDance. Enjoy!

Friday, August 07, 2015

WANTED: Haiku or Senryu. Must take me there. Mindful reward.

Mid-August. When the crickets sing all day in the long grass and the sky invents blue every morning. A lovely time to savor the moments with small bites of haiku, no? That's what I was thinking when we made the proposed schedule for a year of playing with poetic forms, my Poetry Sisters and I. Then someone threw a wrench in it last month, and suggested we try writing haiku in the form of Classified Ads. Because haiku are so easy and all. HA!

Haiku traditionally is meant to be very in-the-moment and visual. Ideally it's one/two clear images that put the reader directly into an experience that is lived. I've seen it described as "one breath poetry", because it's short enough to say in just one breath. Forget the 17 syllables, that's not what's important. Two images, contrasted with a twist, that makes you say "AH!" and opens up a new perspective on a familiar experience. That's what I aim for in writing haiku.  Really, what we did could be considered more Senryu. Trisha explains it so well on her blog post here. Webster defines Senryu as " 3-line unrhymed Japanese poem structurally similar to haiku but treating human nature, usually in an ironic or satiric vein."

But put it into a Classified Ad? I didn't think I could do it. Then I started reading what my Poetry Sisters have done, and I was amazed. They are brilliant, really. I just had to throw a couple of my attempts up at the wall to see what would stick. Here you go:

WANTED: iPhone
given by my real mom
in her home

slug bait, deer baffle, bean poles
busted hose

ISO meals;
low cholesterol
in cheese sauce

            -all haiku by Andromeda Jazmon

Be sure to find time today to visit the other Classified Haiku poets: Liz, Sara, Tanita, Trisha, Kelly, & Laura. and visit the Friday Poetry Roundup at Tabitha Yeats' blog. Grab a Moment and Enjoy!

Friday, July 10, 2015

poems written in the style of e. e. cummings

For the past month my Poetry Sisters and I have been working on writing poems modeled after poems written by e. e. cummings. He is one of my favorite poets, so when we were throwing around names trying to chose a focus for our work I was delighted when everyone jumped on his. Something about his mix of irreverent, unconventional diction and grammar built on top of an exceptionally sharp wit and keen insight just floors me.

Each of us have chosen a poem to echo, or riff off of in writing our own versions. We've played with his signature style features like making up words, throwing punctuation and capitalization around like mad geniuses, and touching painful topics with the delicacy of a surgeon's knife. It's been exhausting and exhilarating work! Just to make it more frightening we decided to go ahead and record ourselves reading our poems, and post that along with the text. Someone (I can't remember who...) mentioned that she enjoyed hearing e. e. read his own works, and things went on from there. But oh! it is so cool to hear my Poetry Sister's voices reading their own work! We even made a little group on Soundcloud so we can follow each other and continue to share... if we like, of course. No pressure. You could do it too, with your poems!

So, the poems. I chose one of my favorite poems to work from, which you can read here, and also enjoy here how Kelly R. Fineman enlightens us about the structure and beauty of how it's put together. I didn't realize it when I chose it, but it's actually a sonnet with broken lines and some half rhymes. I'll just give you the first stanza here so you see how it begins...

a wind has blown the rain away and blown
the sky away and all the leaves away,
and the trees stand.  I think i too have known
autumn too long
                  (and what have you to say,...
..........................................-e. e. cummings

It was first published in 1923 in the volume Tulips and Chimneys, in the section subtitled "sonnets - unrealities".

Here is my poem, echoing that style:

a wind has blown the flag away and blown
the sky away and all the words away,
and the pole stands. I think we too have known
autumn too long
                (and what have you to say,
talking, texting, sharing,
liking, liking, liking -   did you love somebody
and have you a bullet somewhere in your heart
shot from some dumb winter?
                                          Oh crazy daddy
of death dance cruelly for us or start

the last flag flying in the world brain
of net!) Let us as we have seen see
doom’s deliverance ………...a wind has blown the stain
away and the sky away and the
pole stands:
                      the pole stands. The pole
suddenly waits, flying an empty soul.
                -Andromeda Jazmon

Listen to it read by me, recorded on Soundcloud:

And here are links to my Poetry Sister's poems:

Sara Lewis Holmes writing in the style of "in just spring"
Trisha Stohr Hunt writing in the style of "silence"
Liz Garton Scanlon writing in the style of "i like my body when it is with your"
Tanita S. Davis writing in the style of "The Cambridge Ladies Who Live In Furnished Souls"
Kelly R. Fineman writing in the style of "maggie and milly and molly and may"
Laura Purdie Salas writing in the style of "Spring is like a perhaps hand"

Listen to all of us reading our poems at the Soundcloud group "Poetry Sisters".

Also make sure you go visit the Friday Poetry roundup at The Logonauts!

Friday, June 05, 2015

Writing Odes this past month

My Poetry Sisters and I have been scribbling down Odes all through the past month. Every month this year we are working on writing different forms of poetry in a group challenge. It's been both fun and frustrating at times! But Odes are pure fun. We agreed to take a light-hearted look at things this month, and some of these are downright funny! Check out my compatriot's Odes at these links:

Tricia Storh Hunt
Liz Garton Scanlon
Tanita S. Davis
Laura Purdie Salas
Kelly R. Fineman
Sara Lewis Holmes

Here is my contribution; one of a series of Odes to Knitting that I've been playing with this month.


In knitting
the frog is
not the cool
green fellow
sitting on lily pads
croaking in afternoon sun.
No - it’s much
more tragic
than that idyll.
Frogging it
in knitting
is ripping out
all of yesterday
or last week’s
work in dismay.
The pattern went wrong,
stitch count is off.
Hours erased
from the life
of my fingers.
Seeking the right path.
RRRiiiiiiiipppp it out -
try again


Don't miss the Friday Poetry roundup hosted at Buffy's Blog. Cheers!

Friday, May 01, 2015

The Flight of Sons; a pantoum

This month my Poetry Sisters and I are working on writing Pantoums. Pantoums are an old form of poetry with four line stanzas, where the second and fourth line of each stanza is repeated as the first and third lines of the next stanza. They can be any length, and don't have a set rhyme scheme. The last stanza reapeats the third and first lines of the first as the second and fourth lines. The repetition allows a spiraling of meaning, revealing complexity the way a stitch pattern enriches the beauty of a knitted item.

Our thematic words for this exercise were either "flight" or "certainty". Here's mine:

The Flight of Sons

He grew up on Star Wars -
read all the novels, built the Legos,
hanging at the bookstore &
dreaming of living in the stars.

Yes, he read Star Wars novels, but
I didn’t want him to join the academy.
Only just to dream of living in the stars.
I didn’t have more in mind.

To actually join the academy?
Yes, we got Legos to play it out;
I didn’t have more in mind.
Sons - they want to fly.

We bought all the Legos;
I dreamed of stars.
He learned to fly.
After all, Star Wars.
        -Andromeda Jazmon

Please visit the blogs of my Poetry Sisters to read their Pantoums:

Liz Garton Scanlon
Trisha Stohr Hunt
Kelly R. Fineman
Sara Lewis Holms
Laura Purdie Salas
Tanita S. Davis