Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Poetry Thursday: Where We Lean on Our Hands Looking Out the Window

This week's Poetry Thursday topic was to write a prose poem. I must say I often skip over prose poems when I come to them in a book. I like my poetry to be poetry and my prose to be prose. However, I thought I'd at least try my hand at it.

This has been my week of pondering the snow day. On Tuesday we teachers were checking websites, watching weather patterns and whispering behind our hands, hoping for an early closing. Today we got a snow day and so I've enjoyed Jamaican rum pancakes and laying on the couch with my valentine...and even working on writing some curriculum. There is something perfect about having a day with no obligations. It's a gift. Here's my poem.

Where We Lean on our Hands Looking out the Window

Kneeling at the thin computer glow, teasing out the promises of meteorology, the low and high pressure areas stretching across the country in swaths of red and blue. I watch the changes like a presidential election then reach one long arm to fold the grey sky in half, six times, and trim it with scissors. Triangles and ovals, thin slits falling down like hole punch rings and moons. The streets are lined in blank paper. Salt. Rice. Popcorn. Milk. Ceilings laid end to end. All this dreaming for one cold perfect day.



Blogger twitches said...

I'm with you about prose poetry, but I like this. It works the way you've mapped it out.

9:34 PM  
Blogger Jessica Kramer said...

love how this plays with mind as i'm reading... :)

"...then reach one long arm to fold the grey sky in half, six times, and trim it with scissors. Triangles and ovals, thin slits falling down..."

i've never tried the poetry thurs. prompts but i think i will one of these days!

9:37 PM  
Anonymous Rav`N said...

I like this. You seam to have made it work. I really like the imagery and metaphores you've used

12:32 AM  
Blogger Lady Wordsmith said...

Like you, and I believe many others, this PT prompt got me to stop and really look at prose poems.

Also like you, I've been stopped, looking at the snow. (But to a much different result.)

I really love this poem. It makes me want to rethink the prose peom. How it does play and skitter about, even in its prose form! The poetic jumps you lead us through from a cold screen folding, perfectly, into a cold day.

I'll say it again (if you don't mind me taking all this space) I really love this poem.

1:30 AM  
Blogger strauss said...

Your writing is so good, I was surprised when I got to the part in the post that said ..Now here's my poem..HA

2:21 AM  
Blogger Crafty Green Poet said...

I'm another who instinctively doens't want to read prose poetry but I am getting to like it more. I enjoyed your piece here, i like the way it moves from one thing to another, not quite in expected ways...

4:10 AM  
Blogger chiefbiscuit said...

This works. I like its dreaminess and the visual image of snow like paper, rice, salt, popcorn, milk. Lovely!

5:53 AM  
Blogger Kathleen said...

yes yes yes!
oh god...that was us yesterday! i made paul heart-shaped banana pancakes and we watched movies and old reruns of project runway...guilt free.

and then last night, the ocd behavior of checking the cancellation list every five minutes. hoping...not even expecting, really.

and now...we have another day! what luck!
woooo hoooooo!

6:21 AM  
Blogger Jemima said...

I was in this situation last week (2 whole days off school because of the snow) wasted them, sadly. There's a physicality to your poem that I like.

6:59 AM  
Anonymous hel said...

Wow. Beautiful.

I thought the first piece of writing starting with "This has been my week of pondering the snow day" was also a nifty piece of prose poetry

7:47 AM  
Blogger Jessica said...

I really like the progression of images. It was very surprising, but yet, it all seemed like there was no other way to write it, especially the meterology red and blue changing to the election red and blue.

8:34 AM  
Blogger Regina Clare Jane said...

This totally worked for me... I love the way you describe the snow, like rice and popcorn and salt and milk! Just awesome!

9:04 AM  
Blogger Dennis said...

I agree – it’s a difficult form to work with, but you did a very nice job here. Dreamy.

12:25 PM  
Blogger paris parfait said...

Emily, you've done a great job with your prose poetry! I like the comparisons of weather swathes of red and blue to a presidential election.

12:31 PM  
Blogger Poet with a Day Job said...

This is a terrific piece. I love this line: "Triangles and ovals, thin slits falling down like hole punch rings and moons." the way it sounds and feels in my mouth is just perfectly delectable. I like the topic you took on as well - nicely executed!

12:57 PM  
Blogger whitney said...

Great Poem! I really like the imagery of folding the sky and cutting it with scissors to make shapes.

2:31 PM  
Blogger gkgirl said...

hole punch rings and moons...

i like this,
i really really do.

4:23 PM  
Blogger Mary said...

I'm a teacher too and last week we DIDN'T have our snow day. I loved the contrast between the natural images and things like paper and hole punches. Maybe being a teacher, I felt like I really got it, too.

6:46 PM  
Blogger snowsparkle said...

I LOVE THIS!!!! it felt like i was watching a movie... all the imagery and motion sort of dream like and glistening. thank you!

9:32 PM  
Blogger G said...

This is delightful.

10:27 PM  
Anonymous DewyKnickers said...

Thanks for stopping by and commenting. I just love your poem and how you have created teaching lessons in weather, politics, math and combined them all into one plan.


2:36 AM  
Blogger gautami tripathy said...

Beautiful imagery. The various shapes. I loved it.

You too can chk my post, Ambrosial.I would welcome critical comments for this post.

5:05 AM  
Blogger Norma said...

You really made us feel the anticipation--and I just loved the imagery of trimming with scissors and making the shapes of your own desires. Great stuff.

My PT this week:

5:48 AM  
Anonymous split ends said...

Ah, this is so great! Yours is one of the pieces that has helped me understand what a prose poem should be (I just heard of them this week).

11:35 AM  
Blogger Rethabile said...

Good read. Bravo.

8:45 PM  
Anonymous GeL(Emerald Eyes) said...

Agree with you about the the distinction between prose and poetry for me, too.
However, wowzers, Emily! This relaxing snow day sure opened your creative flow up. Love your prose poem!
P.S. I'm glad you enjoyed the gift of a day off in more ways than one!

8:45 AM  
Blogger January said...

Very nice. So many great lines and images. I had the day off too--what a great day to lay around and dream.

6:32 PM  

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