PoMoSco Day 30

Today’s poem: aromas!

Order’s Up:

This is the last day of PoMoSco and National Poetry Month, which gives me a chance to read more poems that have been shared. The PoMoSco site is available to all through the end of May; go read some poems.

The Particle Physics of Poetry

The big bang
     or God
should have created
equal amounts of
poetry and prose

but today
     the few that remain
and libraries
     the few that are open
are mostly prose

Poetry is
the antimatter
of our universe


which is funny
because it wants
so desperately
to be found

It should be
as common
as hydrogen
     but it’s not

Perhaps it’s fear
the fear that
prose and poetry
will annihilate each other
if they come into contact
with each other

We have to keep
poetry separate
or we’ll destroy ourselves
     shout the prosaic

Maybe it’s the poets
that are antiparticles
matter and antimatter

some miracle of science
     or art
that keeps them
from exploding

Putting words onto a page
the merest of matter
microns of ink
on millimeters of paper

crafted out of
the poet’s

Like a poetry reading
sound waves
vibrating air molecules
between the poet
and the listener

and then they’re gone
     the vibrations ceasing
as if they were never there

We’re left
how have we changed

In the particle physics
of poetry
there are still

/ / /

This poem was written in response to the matter/anti-matter prompts at Poetic Asides.

Improving Our Understanding

Even good students
     when they have
     obtained the solution
shut their books
and look
for something else.

They miss
     an instructive phase
          of the work.

They could
     consolidate their knowledge
          and develop their ability
to solve problems
     by looking back
          at the completed solution
by reconsidering
and reexamining
the result
and the path
that led to it.

A good teacher
should understand
and impress on students
the view that
     no problem
          is completely exhausted.

There remains
to do.

/ / /

This poem was written in response to the looking back prompt at Poetic Asides. It is a found poem.

Pólya, George. “In the Classroom.” How to Solve It; a New Aspect of Mathematical Method. Garden City, NY: Doubleday, 1957. 14-15. Print.

PoMoSco Day 27

today’s poem: judgmental in trusting

More poems Spaced Out:

I just wanted to say thank you to the people who have been regularly reading my poems and leaving such lovely comments: Margo Roby, Misky Braendeholm, Gary Glauber, and Barbara Crary. I encourage you to read some (or all) of their poems on the PoMoSco website. I have enjoyed reading their poems, and I think you will too.

(I just want to point out here that the paragraph above was written yesterday. And when I logged on this morning to post this blog entry, the four poets mentioned above had already read my poem for today and left comments for me. Again, I am so grateful for this community of poets that I get to be a part of.)

As we are only days away from the end of this month of writing found poems – and I have finished drafting thirty poems – I am in a reflective state in terms of the poems I have been reading this month.

(I have been so much focused on writing, which has been pleasurable; don’t get me wrong. These writing prompts have been so inspirational. I have so many more tools in my poetry toolbox now.)

I have to say how much inspiration I’ve found in reading others’ poems, from the wonderful poems themselves, to how some of the poets have interpreted the prompts, to the source texts they chose. While I’ve been mining, so have so many others. And many of them have found some gems. And we’ve surfaced from the shafts and tunnels to share stories with each other. I hadn’t previously given much thought to that aspect of this project. But now I am. And I’m grateful for it.

There is no way I can read all the poems that have been submitted, nor do I expect dozens and dozens of people to read my poems, but I am grateful for all that is out there. I’ve learned much from drafting these poems, and I’m still learning from reading what others have shared. I spent some time over this past weekend reading poems and leaving comments. There are so many more poems for me to read, as well as other poets that I’m thinking I will be mentioning here. So stay tuned. The PoMoSco website will be available through the end of May; there’s lots more poetry ahead!

resonant rash

resonant and dissonant leadership
are connected concepts

whether it’s because of a person
or an incident or the weather in general

in the summer,
a diaphanous silk dress
is often the go-to frock

shop outside the big box
for iridescent hair clip
from thousands
of independent designers

unique fabric is the velour
printed in pretty designs
as a combination

I’d estimate that one third
of all the handbags
and purses we receive
have ink stains
on the interior lining(s)

an oil based one-step stain
that provides durable protection

shade painting
is caused
when there is
a constriction
or narrowing
of small blood vessels
in the surface
layers of the skin
creating a mottled
lace-like rash

/ / /

This poem was written in response to the twelve words at Sunday’s Whirligig.

Process notes: This is a found poem. I paired dissonant weather, diaphanous velour, iridescent clip, ink purse, shade stain, and mottled lace. I ran a search on Google on each of those two-word phrases, and then used words in the search results to craft this poem.