Before I Die I Want To . . .

Have you ever thought of writing your New Years resolutions, wishes, dreams, plans, goals — as a poem? I’m going to try to get mine into rhyme. Wouldn’t that be fun. To live life in rhyme.

Before I die I want to sing
Before I die I want to walk
Before I die I want to blink
Before I die I want to wing

Here’s a list of New Year’s Poems from the Poetry Foundation. I snagged this photo from their site, too, (by Derek Keats).

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If you click through to read Robert Haas’ “After the Gentle Poet Kobayashi Issa” you will encounter this haiku.

New Year’s morning—
everything is in blossom!
   I feel about average.
I think this will be my New Year’s resolution, goal. To feel about average every day. On days when I feel good, I’ll be slightly ahead, and on days when I don’t, I won’t be too disappointed. And if you’re not worried about how you’re feeling, you can enjoy the view of everything in blossom. Everything.
Happy New Year poetry people.

Poetry About Race

If you’ve been following me on Facebook, you might have seen my posts about New York Times op-ed writer, Nicholas Kristof, and his call for poems about race.

Here are two articles that he’s written in response to the 300+ poems he received. The commentary is interesting, but the poems are wonderful. Angry, beautiful, hopeful, terrifying.

I don’t want to quote from the poems here, I want you to go and read them all. Then I think we should all get together and write our own. Soon.

Found Poetry. Try It and Share!

Sometimes all you need is a little kick in the pencil. This list of prompts from The Found Poetry Review is compiled from a list of phrases used by a literacy specialist at a middle school.

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Here’s what I got from the exercise. I used a few of the phrases.

Many Thanks

If we were older
the first word
every morning might be
Thanks.
Thanks for another chance at day.

How many words
do you have left?
How many words do I,
how many, many, many?

Let’s start practicing
tomorrow.  Or, we could
start this minute.
Thanks. Many, many, many.

Why don’t you write a poem using a prompt from this phrase list. If you do, please share.

The image for this post is from a teacher’s classroom site, where she taught found poetry. It’s amazing. I always feel so good to find others teaching poetry. Ms. Morris looks like she’s doing a bang up job.

Bay Area Generations Reading in Berkeley

Read here a post about my experiences with Bay Area Generations (poetry readings) last Monday in Berkeley.

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Last Monday, at the beginning of the Christmas week, when it was almost as dark and cold and lonely as possible, I drove to Berkeley in the worst imaginable traffic to participate in a poetry reading. Of all things. My back hurt afterwards, but I’m so glad I went.The venue was the inspired, glamorous, intimate Berkeley City Club, famously designed by California architect Julia Morgan.

Bay Area Generations is “an intergenerational literary series featuring readers of different generations performing their work in tandem.” Poets submit in pairs, and accepted poems are curated into a single evening-long reading, with musical interludes, but without commentary or banter by the poets. It’s a remarkably freeing enterprise.

The whole evening was wonderful, and I hope you can take the time to listen to the entire video. But if you want to jump to the section where I was reading, paired…

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Some Poems for December

I have been feeling absent from poetry for a few weeks. It’s winter, dark, that time of year, busy, noisy, full. Today a poem came to me fully formed, literally jumping out of the bushes as I was walking to my office from the parking garage. How fortunate I am. Maybe it’s the habit of being grateful that happens over Thanksgiving weekend. Maybe it’s just time for the little voice to make itself known a little more vehemently. I’ll be listening in December and posting some poem drafts here, for you to enjoy. For me, too.

Monday December First

Walking past the hummingbird sage
after rain.
Smells like a workday.

salvia pozo

Jennifer Swanton Brown (c) 2014