Friday, April 29, 2022

In the Style of... Taylor Mali


This month my Poetry Sisters are writing Poems in the style of Taylor Mali,

 the spoken word poet. I enjoy his work so much, but I didn't think I could 

do anything like it. I normally write pretty short poems with just a few images. 

But then I saw Liz wrote something in response to a prompt on Mali's blog

where he suggests writing a poem in the style of Nikki Giovanni. He says, 

"write a short poem that begins with the word "once" and ends with the 

speaker ... suddenly realizing..." I gave it a shot. This is a true story 

about me and my little brother John, from when we were in elementary school.


In the style of Nikki Giovanni and Taylor Mali 

Once my little brother and I

could fly and we danced

through blissful air under the Maple

tree, frolicking amongst the

twirling, falling Maple seed keys

until we crashed into each other

and discovered gravity.

My little brother’s knees burst 

open in a flood of blood.

He was taken to the hospital for stitches

and I learned I had weight 

and a burden to carry.

-Andromeda Jazmon 


Please visit my Poetry Sister's blogs and read their fabulous poems:








Mary Lee


And stop by the Friday Poetry Roundup at Jone Rush Macculloch's blog.


Also! Today is Poem in Your Pocket Day, 2022. What's in your pocket? 


  1. Oh, what a hurtful surprise. Well done, Andi. It's a prompt that carries memories very well, doesn't it?

  2. Great prompt! I had a little brother, John, too; and we also got ourselves into a few pickles. Love the mining of memories that are turned into poems!

  3. Andi, I love that you shared this story. It's a lot knowing at a young age that you have some responsibility for others. How you must miss him.

  4. Ouch! A weighty and sudden realization contrasting so sharply with the light and rather feckless spinning of maple seeds. This is a really good use of Mali's exercise. I really am going to try one of these.

  5. What a turn at the end!

  6. Wow. That sudden realization of how fragile our bodies are and how easily we can hurt each other--all wrapped into this little delightful moment. THis is terrific, Andi!

  7. Aw. Poor John! My cousin John and I taught his younger brother how to spring from the bed onto the wooden floor like a frog, which was great fun until the little guy crashed into the dresser and ended up with stitches. Not our best idea, obviously.