Poem Spark Jan. 8-15 – Inspired by . . .

Greetings fellow poets. My apologies for posting this a day late, but Real Life caught me in its selfish grasp. I only just escaped this morning when I read a new essay about Jack Gilbert on Poets.org: Coming to the End of His Triumph: A Retrospective on Jack Gilbert by Dan Albergotti.

The intriguing thing about the essay is not so much the story of Gilbert’s life, some of which I already knew, but the introduction of poems I hadn’t read. Titles such as, “The Abnormal Is Not Courage,” and “All the Way from There to Here,” interest me. Often when I am mired in writer’s block, I find it easier to begin writing again by borrowing titles of poems and using them as the starting point, the spark, if you will.

For this week’s spark, “borrow” the title of a poem you particularly like, and write a new poem. The title may become the title of your poem, or it can be part of the text of your poem.

Here are some examples of titles (and poems) that I find fascinating:

Jack Gilbert The Abnormal Is Not Courage

Dan Albergotti In the Era of the Sentence Fragment

Paula Bohince Brutally, the Robin

Good luck. Have fun. Be creative!

I am bored

and starving, which is a deadly combination that usually results in burnt dinner. Because I spend all my time reading blogs and such on the internet, the pot boils over, and suddenly, the smell of burnt cauliflower permeates the entire house. Not a happy smell, let me tell you.

Poem Spark Jan. 1-8 – Poems of beginning

Happy New Year fellow poets!

Each year, on January 1st, some of us make resolutions. For this week’s spark, instead of a resolution, write a poem that documents the beginning of something. It can be the beginning of the year, the beginning of a relationship, the beginning of a piece of cheesecake. The start of something new is intriguing and sometimes hopeful. Other times, it’s the beginning of a long and slow process of healing after sorrow or tragedy. Whatever it is, it’s new.

The front page of Poets.org leads to an essay about Poems for the New Year. This is where I found my examples for this week:

Thomas Hardy’s poem of farewell to the 19th century: The Darkling Thrush

Charles Reznikoff’s celebration of the common: Te Deum

Kobayashi Issa’s merry greeting to the New Year: New Year’s morning

Have fun and be creative. I wish you a very joyful and peaceful New Year!

Foraging for wood on the mountain


This time the wooded

mountain gave up words. Wild,
unbridled verbs thickened the air.
Nouns feathered the ground. It was clear
the leaves were distressed, by the harshness,
the unveiling, as if secrets and belief
were meant to hide forever. No one knows
how the trees’ bark peeled, how to distinguish
the truth among so many naked trunks. Versions
differ. Too many adjectives were lost. What is
disaster, anyway? Words can only describe sorrow.

© 2006 Christine Klocek-Lim
Inspired by Jack Gilbert’s poem.

Quotation fun – Do you save all your drafts?


The Hand of the Poet: Poems and Papers in Manuscript, by Rodney Phillips, Susan Benesch, Kenneth Benson, and Barbara Bergeron, is based on an exhibition (in two parts) of poetic manuscripts at The New York Public Library in 1995, 1996, and 1997.

The book contains an introduction by Dana Gioia titled, “The Magical Value of Manuscripts.” Here is an excerpt:

Dana Gioia wrote:
The manuscripts of a poem can be divided into three general categories — the working drafts, the final manuscript, and fair copies. Each type of manuscript affords certain insights into the author and the work. The working drafts (or worksheets) of a poem reveal the author’s creative process. If all the worksheets survive, they track the poem’s development from the author’s initial impulse to the text’s final form. Many authors, however, discard their drafts.

Do you save all your drafts?

I have a file cabinet filled with scraps of paper and whole sheets of countless revisions from the past 27 years. I don’t know what initial impulse moved me to keep my drafts when I was a teenager, but after seeing an exhibition of Sylvia Plath‘s crayon scribblings at the Morgan Library in the early 1990’s, I began to save everything.

Go here to see what other poets have said. . .