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Wet Leaves
Photo by Amy LV
Students - Today's poem is a quiet poem, and it is about the picture you see above, a picture I took just yesterday. On my way into a school yesterday morning, after an 80 minute drive in the rainy dark, I emerged from my car to see these magical leaves, made even more magical by rain and morning sun.
While part of me wished to hurry into school, another part of me said, "Stop, Amy. Take a picture of this. You will want to remember this pretty scene, here where you least expected to find one." I could have taken a picture with my mind. I could have stopped to draw the scene. Instead, yesterday, I took a photograph. And here it is. In photo captured then and later, captured with the photo of words.
This is a quiet poem because this small still life gave me a quiet feeling inside. So rather than focusing on rhyme-playfuness today, my poem focuses on focus - on looking carefully at one beautiful, surprise life-painting just left there in my busy path. If you have visited The Poem Farm before, you may know that I sometimes push myself to write free verse, unrhymed, poems. This moves me out of my comfortable home in rhyme and bouncy meter.
When you look around at the world, not at a screen and not at the busythoughts inside of your head, you will see beauty in many surprising places. Each time I do, I feel tremendously lucky.
Speaking of lucky...
Today we are all lucky to welcome poet and novelist Irene Latham. I invited Irene to share about revision and her newest book, DEAR WANDERING WILDEBEEST, a cool, informative, and beautifully written collection of poems about animals from the African grasslands.
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Thank you, Amy, for inviting me to talk about revision! The Poem Farm is one of my favorite places to visit... so warm and inspiring!
Rarely have I written a poem that didn't go through extensive revisions. Simply changing one word in a poem constitutes a new draft... and often it is that one word that I can't imagine until it wakes me up in the middle of the night! I love watching a poem become more clearly what it was meant to be all along. One of the best ways to be able to “see” this is to allow a poem to rest between drafts. Just like bread, a poem needs a chance to breathe after it's been kneaded. Then you can come back to it and bake it to a nice golden-brown in your mind's oven.
I'm not sure a poem is ever really done, but at some point, we must stop and move on. I was revising the poems in DEAR WANDERING WILDEBEEST right up until we went to press. A litmus test that I use for myself when putting together a collection is this: if this poem is the only poem a reader ever reads out of this book, will I be satisfied with that? It took me a long time to find the “yes” to that question regarding the snake poem. It's kind of a tricky poem, as it includes all five snake species native to the African continent. That's asking a lot of a poem! Anyhow, here's the poem that appeared in the version of the book when it was first acquired by Millbrook Press:
Lifestyles of the Sleek and Sinuous
My name is Black Mamba.
Wanna chasssssssssssse?
Boomslang, that's me.
Welcome to my treehouse.
They call me Cape Cobra.
Seen any weaver birds lately?
Saw-scaled Viper's my name.
When I sizzle, you shake.
I go by Puff Adder.
Step on me, if you dare.
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See how I tried to include in each couplet a quality unique to that particular kind of snake? That was a good approach, and I wanted to keep it. BUT. I wanted to employ more poetic techniques to really make this poem shine, so I kept at it.
Lifestyles of the Sleek and Sinuous
Black Mamba
races
chases.
Boomslang
h
a
n
g
s.
Cape Cobra
herds
weaver birds.
Saw-scaled Viper
rubs, shrugs
sizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzles.
Puff Adder
hisses –
rarely misses.
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See how I kept some of the things that were working in the earlier version, but pared the poem AND amped up all the remaining word choices? I made sure there was rhyme in every couplet while still giving information unique to each snake. And now, yes, if this is the only poem you read out of DEAR WANDERING WILDEBEEST, I am satisfied that you've gotten a taste of what the rest of the book holds. No weakling poems allowed! The goal in a collection is to make each and every poem shiny enough to be the title poem. It's something to strive for, anyway. :)
Click to Enlarge this Spread from DEAR WANDERING WILDEBEEST
If you're reading this, and writing your own poems, be patient with yourself. Remember that we have millions of words to choose from, so endless variations are possible. Keep tinkering – that's where the joy is! And also, rest. You'll know when it's time to stop.
Thank you, Amy, for having me – and for all the ways you share the love of poetry with the world! xo
I am very grateful to Irene for joining us today here at The Poem Farm and also at
Sharing Our Notebooks. To peek into Irene's notebooks, head over
there, peek away, and comment to be entered to win your own copy of DEAR WANDERING WILDEBEEST.
Renee is hosting today's Poetry Friday party over at
No Water River. All are welcome to join in, visit, share, and love poetry in her joyous space today.
Please share a comment below if you wish.
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