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![]() Poetry This week: Taking Up Space Edited by: northernwritesMore Newsletters By This Editor 1. About this Newsletter 2. A Word from our Sponsor 3. Letter from the Editor 4. Editor's Picks 5. A Word from Writing.Com 6. Ask & Answer 7. Removal instructions Greetings from northernwrites, editor for today's Poetry newsletter. Meter, rhyme, and form are not the only tools available for creating structure in poetry. Everyday things that you have been learning since you were a toddler and ideas cross-pollinated among the arts and sciences can enrich the creative experience and expand the possibilities for discovery. The best thing about them is that it doesn't matter whether you're writing free verse or traditional poetry. Today's newsletter will discuss a cross-pollination between over-stuffed closets and poetry. Taking Up Space A frequent feature in fantasy tales is the magical, bottomless bag. Mary Poppins had one. When she arrived, she pulled out one thing after another that could not possibly have been inside such a small space, and when she left, they all slid back inside with room to spare. But that's fantasy. In real life, things are different. Everyone knows that the volume of a thing is fixed. Whether it's squeezing one more thing into the refrigerator, or dodging all the junk falling out of your closet, we've all dealt with the problem of finding space where common sense says there is none. When our family goes on a week-long vacation, it's a major challenge to get all the suitcases, the cooler and groceries, and the various necessary oddments packed into the vehicle while still leaving enough space for all the people to be comfortable. Each time, once the pile has been assembled, we go through the ritual: "It's never going to fit." But I do the packing, and we've never had to leave anything behind. The space is finite and fixed, but how much will fit inside is variable and relative up to a point. A state math test I took in high school asked how many tennis balls could fit into a box. The answer changed depending on how you arranged the tennis balls. If you stacked them like cubes, x balls would fit. But quite a few more would fit if you put them in like honeycomb, both within each layer and between the layers. There are ultimate limits, but it's how you use the space that counts. However, there are two sides to that last statement. There's how much you can get into the space, and how accessible it is for someone else to get it out. What if you're not the only one who has to use your crammed-to-the-gills closet? Anyone else won't know what dark recess you tucked every little thing into. If they try to get something out without following the necessary Chinese puzzle of shifting things around, your over-stuffed closet is going to erupt. The alternative is that every time someone wants something out of the closet, you have to go get it for them. That might be a tolerable and necessary solution for going on vacation for a week, but it's seldom workable in real life -- and it's never workable in poetry that's meant to be shared, because we send our poetry out into the world without us. When you are writing a poem, you have a certain amount of information to convey to the reader. You have to determine how big the space of your poem needs to be. Because it doesn't matter what kind of poetry you're writing, we'll call this space your jar. You will need to state some information plainly enough that the reader can understand what's going on. We'll call this primary information your big rocks. The details that provide depth, the secondary information that the reader doesn't need to know to understand the poem, will be the pebbles. Then there is other information that can enrich the poem if the reader becomes aware that it's there. Poetic devices and these supporting pieces of information will be the sand. Before you start writing, it would be nice to know if your jar is the right size to hold your idea -- big enough to get it all in, and small enough that the idea won't rattle around and need filler to keep it in place. If the jar is the right size, then you won't have to start over. How do you tell? You try to put everything in. At this stage, your big rocks don't need to be lines with the right words, rhyme, alliteration, or meter. Some plain sentences that say what you want to convey will do. Notes, in other words. How do you fit everything into your jar? How you pack the space matters. Put the big rocks in first. See if they fit. If not, don't bother with the rest. You need to find a bigger jar, or a jar that has compartments the right size. It doesn't matter what kind of poem it is; there has to be enough space for the big rocks. A bigger jar could be adding more syllables to a line, more lines, more stanzas, or choosing a different form altogether. For today's example, we'll be looking at some variations of a narrative poem I wrote two years ago for "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest" After looking through a bunch of the forms, I picked the "Monchielle" I expected the space to be a close fit or perhaps a bit small, but I figured it would be an interesting challenge to see if I could make it work. Since the material was fictional, I could add, subtract, or change it as necessary. Here's the result: "Silver and Gold: The Anniversary Waltz" Splashing water murmured A descant for the dance. The victorola played As fam'ly swirled around Their golden promenade. Splashing water murmured Temptation in the dark Once guests whirled off in twos. "Again?" He turned the crank, And she took off her shoes. Splashing water murmured; Humidity refreshed. While silver cooled their feet, They waltzed around the edge Of Cupid's marble seat. Splashing water murmured A promise meant to last Through years of change, not hours. He kissed her upturned lips: "This time Ah brought you flow'rs." Did the whole idea make it into the poem? Consider whether you could answer the following questions based on what is on the page: My first readers had a hard time answering them, although the older readers did better. Here's the scenario: The big rocks: Their fiftieth wedding anniversary party is a dance with their family on their patio. Afterward they dance in their fountain, and he kisses her. The pebbles: The tall Southerner was in the military when they met at the USO club. They got married before he shipped out to the war. He's a jokester. They are unconventional people with a sense of tradition. Now they are well enough off to have nice things. They prefer the simple things. The sand: The first line uses trochaic trimeter, and the rest of each stanza is in iambic trimeter. The s/sh sounds and liquid consonants echo the falling water. Plenty of long, round vowels slow the pace, and the few sharp, unsoftened consonants (k,p,t) are in the middle stanzas where there is more drama. The tone tends toward the mellow and rich. The poem illustrates the big rocks okay, but is too small to get the whole idea on the page. Some of the pebbles are missing. Others are implied rather than given directly, and may not be apparent to every reader. I should have used a bigger jar, but how much bigger? I did some experiments. Since the contest was over, I took out the prompt words that didn't contribute to what I wanted to say. It was a challenge to add a line to the asymmetrical stanza to expand the poem to 144 syllables, 126 without repeats. I came up with several different ways. Some weren't worth trying. Two were workable. This version turned out the best, with a rhyme scheme of Abcbxc Adedxe Afgfxg Ahihxi. Silver and Gold: The Anniversary Waltz (ii) Splashing water murmured A descant for the dance. The old Victrola played A war-time blues romance As fam'ly swirled around Their backyard promenade. Splashing water murmured -- Temptation struck a spark Once guests whirled off in twos, And fireflies lit the dark. "Again?" He turned the crank, And she took off her shoes. Splashing water murmured To tulip heads enmeshed. While silver cooled their feet And memories refreshed, They twirled around the edge Of Cupid's marble seat. Splashing water murmured Love's promise meant to last Through years of change, not hours. To re-create the past, He kissed her upturned lips: "This time Ah brought you flow'rs." This was better, but still left a lot for the reader to guess. In other attempts, I also tried adding an extra stanza or two for the backstory, but that really threw off the balance. Doubling the stanzas might have worked, but in this case, creating another Monchielle as a companion poem provided better options. Two poems allowed me to change the tone to illustrate and emphasize the differences in the couple's situations. I also did some reworking of the original poem. A Descant for the Dance (v) Sparkling water murmured A warning in advance. The soldier twirled his bride: "At dawn we board the ships. We're sailing with the tide." Sparkling water murmured That happiness was chance. She sniffed and held him tight. A promise made to keep: "And every day I'll write." Sparkling water murmured Of ocean's wide expanse. He flicked a dime: "Your wish?" Her finger poked his chest: "Don't sink amongst the fish!" Sparkling water murmured -- Temptation shared a glance. The soldier kissed her long Beneath the courtyard spray While records spun a song. Silver and Gold: The Anniversary Waltz (iv) Splashing water murmured A descant for the dance The old Victrola played As fam'ly swirled around Their backyard promenade. Splashing water murmured Temptation in the dark Once guests whirled off in twos. "Again?" He turned the crank, And she took off her shoes. Splashing water murmured, The potted tulips swayed. While silver cooled their feet, They twirled around the edge Of Cupid's marble seat. Splashing water murmured Love's promise meant to last Through years of change, not hours. He kissed her upturned lips: "This time Ah brought real flow'rs." The sand for the companion poem: Some key words are repeated: promise, temptation, kissed. Sparkling gives a sharper sound to the water. This poem has more sharp consonants and shorter vowels. Overall, the sound of this poem is thinner, reflecting the callowness of youth, in contrast to the mellow richness of old age. It needed something richer to be able to stand equal to the other poem. Using monorhyme in the second lines, which rhymes with the title, increases the significance of the fountain and gives it enough presence to justify the couple's attachment to it and to unite the two poems across the fifty-year span. Neither poem uses the obvious rhyme to the monorhyme, romance. Absence makes the heart grow fonder? (I did warn you he's a jokester.) The variation that my first readers found most appealing was the companion poems because the story was complete. The question posed in Descant for the Dance, whether their love will last, is answered in Silver and Gold: The Anniversary Waltz. With the material divided between the two poems, each has about 40 syllables of big rocks, and they share the remaining 40-odd syllables of pebbles, each contributing something to support those ideas. Next time I write a narrative poem, I'll look for or create a jar that's twice as big as my notes, or three times the size of my big rocks. How Could You Use This Principle? [With good poetry, there is usually more to the poem than a first reading will reveal. Whether you're reading traditional poetry or free verse, pausing to observe structural details and to think about what they imply can reveal more of the meaning.] Over time as you test fit before you write, you should be able to fine-tune the estimate to fit your own writing style. Today's picks are about predictions.
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