April is National Poetry Month!


National Poetry Month was created in 1996 by the Academy of American Poets. They have a great National Poetry Month page where you can find all sorts of interesting things: their new Poetfan contest, Life Lines (I wrote one last year), sign up to receive a Poem-a-Day in your email this month, and much more.

If you’re brave, you can participate in the Poets.org’s discussion forum‘s NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) activity and write a poem-a-day for the entire month of April.

I’m going to try it. The only reason I’m going to try it is because it emphasizes quantity over quality. I average one good poem a month, maybe. I’m hoping this exercise will force me to generate a whole slew of possible-poems and fragments that I can revise into something later.

Quotation fun – What was your worst classroom moment?

In the book, The Ode Less Travelled, Stephen Fry writes the following tidbit about poetry in the Foreward:

Fry wrote:
It seems to many that while there is a clear road to learning music, gardening or watercolours, poetry lies in inaccessible marshland: no pathways, no signposts, just the skeletons of long-dead poets poking through the bog and the unedifying sight of living ones floundering about in apparent confusion and mutual enmity. Behind it all, the dread memory of classrooms swollen into resentful silence while the English teacher invites us to ‘respond’ to a poem.

To be frank, I honestly can’t remember a bad moment in the classroom, probably because I was reading ahead in the text while everyone else was snoring into their desktops. When we studied Chaucer in 10th grade, it was the most fun I’d ever had in English class. The best parts were the raunchy passages; my teacher read from the text in the doorway, ever alert for the footsteps of the vice-principal (a nun) because technically, she wasn’t allowed to teach such a thing in my high school.

So, what was your worst classroom moment?

Poem Spark Mar. 19-Apr. 2 – Alliteration & Assonance


Greetings fellow poets!

When my muse has gone on vacation, I’ve often found it helpful to focus on a single poetic technique as a way to jump start inspiration. Usually, I open an old and much-loved poetry guide to a random page and choose the first topic I see. Today, I picked up “The Heath Guide to Poetry,” (the book my 10th grade English teacher used). Much to my delight, alliteration and assonance were the topics that featured on page 208.

Poets.org has entries on both of these terms in the Poetry Glossary, under part 3, Poetic Devices:

alliteration: the repetition of consonant sounds, particularly at the beginning of words — “. . . like a wanderer white”

assonance: the repetition of similar vowel sounds — “I rose and told him of my woe”

By now I’m sure you realize that these two devices have a great deal to do with the music of poetry; they’re part of what makes a poem sound like something worth reading. However, a poet can get carried away: if you overuse either alliteration or assonance, your poem will sound quite strange. “Peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers” is a good example of the tongue-twister that can ensue from an unrestrained use of alliteration. Keep this danger in mind! Use alliteration and assonance with care!

Here are some examples of poems that use alliteration and assonance:

Robert Pinsky: Shirt

Howard Nemerov: Writing

Edgar Allan Poe The Bells

An interesting historical tidbit: the accentual verse popular in the middle ages used alliteration as one of the defining features of the line. Each line of verse contained at least three alliterations. For example, this is from the University of Virginia e-text of Piers the Plowman, written by William Langland in the 12th century:

Thus I awaked and wroot what I hadde ydremed,
And dighte me derely, and dide me to chirche,
To here holly the masse and to be housled after.

Your poem spark: write a poem that utilizes alliteration, assonance, or both. Have fun and be creative!

The Countdown #20

THE COUNTDOWN #20 with Bob Marcacci is live. Featuring Arlene Ang and poems by:

01) Ann Bogle “Basal distance”

02) Rachel Dacus “Wine Under a Fig Tree”

03) Craig Hill “South of Clark” – Craig Hill’s Poetry Scorecard

04) Christine Klocek-Lim “Children, do not mourn the snow”

05) Rick Mullin “Amtrak Cheeseburger, Northeast Corridor”

06) Shelia Murphy – “if as if whole daylight came to be” – As/Is poet

07) Maurice Oliver – “When the Daring Among Us Flirt”

08) Pearl Pirie “Old Uncle”

09) Wm. Rike – “Crone on Time”

10) Jordan Stempleman – “The Eye”

Listen to it:

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Here’s my poem:

Children, do not mourn the snow

There is fear we say. Snow breaks over our feet.
The school bus drives away, a blizzard of young faces
at the windows. We fall sometimes when ice changes
the earth and to reassure ourselves we insist
there are no disasters here. But the day meanders
against our impatience as snow engulfs our bus
again and again. Inside, children carve frost-flowers
down from the windows to watch them melt against skin.
They barely noticed the drive begin while we floundered
on the curb, swiping at the cold. The shock of it all cornered
our voices until we examined the damage that silence makes
and waved goodbye too late. When the bus comes home again,
we kiss our children’s faces, pinked in this weather, turned up
into the wind that frosts the afternoon with light.

© 2007 Christine Klocek-Lim