Poetry Friday is not lamenting but crowing over at GottaBook with Gregory K.
At our house, Gregory's "fibs" got everyone excited, especially my mathematician of a daughter, and I found J. Patrick's "zeno" intriguing as well. Intermittently I get an idea for another "definition" poem, which is not a form exactly but an intention for a poem: in few words it attempts to capture the essence of a less common word. It started with this one, written after D1, then in third grade, asked "What does immaculate mean?" and then separately, assigned me to write a poem of at least 10 lines. So I synergized:
Definitions #1
not a
smudge of mud
not a
jot of rot
just
tulip leaves of clean green
just
tulip petals of pure red
mingling, singularly
immaculate
Here's a new one, first draft, from this week's engagement with D2's Level 16 nonfiction text entitled Squirrels.
Definitions # 12
reading about squirrels
your throat tightens
on seeing the limp body of the squirrel
under the cruel talons of the hawk
reading about hawks
your heart leaps
on seeing the skill of the hawk
as it drops onto the fleet squirrel
it's all a matter of
perspective
Now I wonder if I should formalize it after all...see how both have exactly 10 lines? and they want to fall into three stanzas of 3, 3 and 2 lines, with the last word being the word they define. Maybe it needs a name...the "definito"? Should the title also be the word in question? Anyone else want to play?
Fun idea! If I get a chance to make one, I'll send it to you.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a new form to me! I'm trying to think of a word to try it with...any suggestions? Or challenges?
ReplyDeleteI especially like the flip in the second poem, Heidi. Totally love fibs (including one in my novel-in-verse). We were working on form in my adult poetry class & everyone got carried away with the idea of mathematical poetic forms.
ReplyDeleteThanks for introducing us to the definito. I like these! Form poems sometimes perplex me completely, but then again, I was never a puzzle person, but I'll give it a shot and get back to you if I'm successful.
ReplyDeleteI'm back! I loved this exercise!
ReplyDeleteDon't panic--think it through
--the noise outside your
window is not, I repeat,
is not the boogyman.
And yet, your heart still
pounds. Your breath comes
in gasps. Your instinct is
to RUN! And you do.
Your gut over your head.
Visceral.
I think you've got something here. Love the twists & contrasts. You could include a rule about that perhaps. i am going to have to try some of these.
ReplyDeleteHeidi, These are delightful! Love those immaculate tulips!
ReplyDeleteDefinitos rock:>)
Diane, your visceral poem is great, too. Brings to mind a very scary memory for me, and my chest actually started thumping and feeling hollow. Yikes!
Fun! I tried one with a bit of nonsense for my daily poem today.
ReplyDeleteeach whisker
sharp and clean
no droopers
looking rickety
each front paw
quite pristine
resulting from
much lickety
I elect to be precisely
persnickety
--Laura Purdie Salas
Thanks for the fun exercise, Heidi!
I finally got around to trying a Definito. Mine defines phlebotomist:
ReplyDeletehttp://readingyear.blogspot.com/2010/04/poem-13-definito.html