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Things to Come
Kate Rogers
Spring 2009
Cover Illustration - Concrete “Shape” Poem:
“Butterfly” by Kate Rogers
Butterfly
once intimate with flower
flits away
spys another
Butterfly
and is completed
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Introduction
On the ides of April, following the spring urge toward creative
growth, I decided, rather on a whim, to challenge myself to write
a poem a day for a month. In order to keep this challenge fresh
and interesting to me, I decided to explore some of the many
different forms and styles of poetry. The following pages
represent a sampling of some of the poems produced during that
fertile spring.
The cannon of great classical poetry is filled with poets who spent
their entire lives honing the craft of writing poetry within forms. I
maintain that these forms still have the power to transform
language and elevate it to the realm of Art. Free verse poetry is
represented in this collection, but standing alongside them,
restored to their place of honor, at least within these pages, are
also a collection of modern poems written according to some very
old rules.
Enjoy!
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Rhythmic Poems
This opening section of poems are united by the power of rhythm
which lies at the heart of all poetic meter. You should be able to
tap your toes to these poems. The exception to this is the first
poem, a sestina, written on the subject of rhythm. A sestina is a
form of poetry that derives its power from the specific patterning
of six key words that end each line of the poem in a particular
order.
Sestina: Interplay
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Zils chiming, hip cocked, she leads the dancers
in a seductive reward for drummers.
Dancing close enough to fan their warm breath
upon the skin of drummers who use hands
to answer the suggestion with rhythms
that blur the lines between dancer and fire.
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Form: Beladi
When I was first learning to play the doumbek,a hand drum
popular in the middle east, I was confounded by its very exotic
Arabic rhythm patterns. To help me learn one of the most
common rhythm patterns, the beladi, I created a little mnemonic
phrase to help me remember where the beats and accents were.
I decided to use that phrase to begin my poem, with the goal to
write the entire poem using this rhythm pattern as its foundation.
Each line has eleven syllables, and follows the drum pattern that
can be said as "Doum-Doum-tekka-tek, Doum tekka tek, tekka"
Beladi
Real good beladi is melody is a
Repeat rhythm song, some sing along as they
Play drum steadily, play readily, tap your
Toes down, clap along; beats nice and strong. As the
Dancers stomp their feet, pick up the beat. Watch the
Zils ring merrily, chime verily truth in
Rhythms played in synch, hearts join the link in a
Drum-fueled rhythm fest for inner quest. When we
Play our souls expand. Strike up the band for the
Song of bellydance, now here's your chance to be
Free of metronomes, pulse in your bones playing
One more beladi, drum malady, so it
Ends…
With friends.
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Form: Chant
Chanting, an ancient form of ritualized language, is one of the
earliest forms of poetry. I love the highly rhythmic and repetitive
quality of chants. I composed this with a mental drumbeat playing
beneath the verses.
Our hearts all beat with inner heat no matter what they've done
Divisions are illusions because everything is one
When raindrops flow then life can grow, the circle is begun
Divisions are illusions because everything is one
A mountain grand and grain of sand both see how far they've
come
Divisions are illusions because everything is one
A candle flame is just the same that burns within the sun
Divisions are illusions because everything is one
For life to grow we all must know that we are all as one
Divisions are illusions because everything is one
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Form: Ghazal
The ghazal is an ancient Arabic form of poetry that relies on a
specific pattern of repetition and rhyme.
I Am Still Seeking
Looking for a path to set foot upon, I am still seeking.
Emerging from darkness, embracing dawn, I am still seeking.
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Form: Ballad
Another very old form, the ballad was a popular form of poetry for
hundreds of years. Used for story-telling, the regularity of rhythm
and rhyme made for quick memorization and ease of recitation.
It’s easy to imagine these forms of poetry set to music.
Fairy Tale
It's often thought the fairy world
Is only make-believe,
A story told in childhood,
A fantasy we weave.
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Revealing first a tiny hand
That held the leaf aside,
And then a tiny face appeared
Though clearly meant to hide.
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Then faster than the eye could track,
Her hand released the leaf.
An instant later she was gone.
I stood in disbelief.
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Form: Ballad variation
Not all poetry needs to be serious. Forms of poetry such as the
ballad are perfectly suited to more light-hearted themes. Poetry
can serve an important role as entertainment. Laughter is
necessary to good living. In that spirit, here is a variation on the
ballad form.
Hamster Love
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It's a calculated risk with rodents,
Always ready, engines always hot,
Get a female, it's already pregnant,
Pretty soon you've got yourselves a lot.
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Haiku Variations
Haiku is a form of Japanese poetry that relies on a tightly restricted
number of syllables in each line, rather than a particular pattern of
stressed and unstressed syllables as is common in English forms of
poetry. Here are several poems written in forms inspired by Haiku.
Form: Tanka
Tanka is composed of a Haiku plus a couplet. The haiku focuses on
an image, and the couplet focuses on the inner world of the poet.
The two should be reflections of one another.
Dry May
Scanty scattered drops
Barely wet the drought-tight soil
Too hard to receive.
Resting
Black ball of sleeping kitten
Nose tucked into tail
Purring deeply into dreams
Mind is awareness
Paying attention to life,
Convey what you see.
Inspired to speak,
Write, paint, dance the truth you see,
Express your vision.
Body/mind balanced,
Ineffable connection,
Spirit becomes one.
In breath of wonder,
Tingling awareness of life,
Three selves in balance.
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Form: Haiku variation
This form is modeled after Haiku, but has an extended syllable
count.
Spring Reunion
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Form: Double Etheree
The standard Etheree is a ten line poem with a progressive syllable
count, so that the first line has one syllable, the second line has two,
and so on until the last line has ten syllables. It is focused on one
idea or subject. The double Etheree is an Etheree and reverse
Etheree combined. Therefore, it is a twenty line poem with a
progressive syllable count that grows then shrinks.
Spring Allergies
Sneeze
Sneaks up,
Tickles nose
Slightly running,
Warns of its approach.
A deep breath gets pulled in,
Tensing in expectation,
Hand pulling another tissue
Like magicians with rabbits from hats
As pollen is transformed into mucus.
Comes the explosion of sound and wet spray
Barely caught by the white paper net.
Pause - is another one coming?
Then blow - shake the pollen free
From sensitive nostrils.
Another breath in,
One last nose wipe,
Gesundheit -
Sniffle -
Thanks.
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Dedications
It is common for poetry to be written with someone specific in mind.
Here are poems that were written and dedicated to people both
known and unknown, both living and dead.
Ode to Sappho*
Poet of Lesbos, she
Who loved women, but who
Loved words even more, wears
Love displayed like flowers
Blooming. Her song attracts
Modern ears to hear the
Music danced to, happy
To invoke the Graces.
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Form: Sapphic Verse
This poem returns to some of the earliest roots of classical poetry.
Sapphic verse is named for the ancient Greek poet Sappho, who
favored this complex pattern of stressed and unstressed syllables.
House of Cards
Empty now of thoughts that still burn, they're gone now
Finally gone, stilled by the place where thought ends
A light gone out, dark that consumes all that is
Everyone ends here.
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Blown by the wind, all will come down in the end
Gather them up blowing through the darkness, together
We will build a new house, a new shape will form
Shuffle the stacked deck.
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Form: Elegy, Elegiac Verse
An Elegy is a poem that reflects on the death of someone,
regardless of what particular form the poem takes. This one is
additionally written in Elegiac couplets, with lines that alternate
between dactylic hexameter and dactylic pentameter.
Grandma, that bitch, Granny Strange are just some of the nicknames
we called you by -
What are your hidden names, whispering secrets I never knew?
Brewed her own gin in a bathtub and gave away bottles as Thank
You gifts.
Everyone learned to make do in depression economies.
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Art school, a dream that came true, but impractical, meaningless.
Value defined by the pennies you managed and multiplied.
Happily married her childhood sweetheart, who left her to fight a war.
Conjugal visits on furlough resulted in motherhood.
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Form: free verse in quatrains
Facing You
I wear your face, always
Through my ever-changing decades,
Future mirror of your face
Knows what is to come.
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Free Verse
Free verse does not have a set meter; The rhythms within the
lines are more irregular. Rhyme may or may not appear, but
the poet is free to vary the pattern. Free verse does not mean
the poem is utterly free of forms that underlie the work,
however. Free verse does not do away entirely with structure,
it just opens the structure to more variations.
4 A.M.
This is where the poem begins
Or maybe not here but
Just as you think it's about to
It shifts again and keeps moving.
The poet's dream lied,
Said there was a poem here
Found in sleeping lines
Repeating, repeating,
Until the pressure pushes
Off the blankets, feet on
Floor, pencil in hand,
Attentive scribe obeying Muse
Who fades in the light.
This is where the poem ends
With unresolved grains of sand
Slipping away, lost
In the space between.
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Creating Art
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Children are people. People are flawed,
As is the art that flows through them
In the pulsing passions of creation, each
Accompanied by the painful knowing
That each child is sent forth to die.
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Mehndi Magic
It's the alchemy of the paste -
Essential oils, organic henna -
Smelling of camel humps
Dusty tents, silken veils,
That breathes life to art that spans ages and cultures.
Hands offered,
Breasts bared, inviting
Blessings for each petaled blossom,
Love for each leaf that curls,
Tendrils of ourselves to vine across our skin,
Patterns traced above our bones
By ancient arts of inspiration.
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Steps
Alas, life is cluttered
with paths not taken
What Ifs rain about us
A hail of paralyzing darts.
It's hard to keep stepping daily
into the unknown
Yet we must
The only other alternative is to stop
Stagnation sets in
That way lies death
No there really isn't anything we can do
but keep moving forward
Keep stepping into
the next new thing. Stepping past
fear, frustration, fatigue
Dancing between darts
In the direction of
Whichever feels best
Hurts least, harms fewest
Leads to hope
For some elusive
Someday dream
Of joy.
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Making a Detour in the Woods
Impassable.
Impassable.
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Leaf litter yields in soggy sweeps
Of walking stick - stout oak, gnarled
Sturdy foot clearing the way.
Some long dead trees refuse to budge
And lay across the new path -
They lay where they fell,
Become an event to be stepped over.
Found wood is shifted, dragged, hauled
To line the detour, marking the way
For other boots to tread the new way through.
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Garden Blues
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Gravity of Vlomankill Trail
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Bedrock sung to surface by stream,
Rock channeled melody, perfect duet
As water, obeying its imperative
Seeks its own unutterable truths
Repeatedly questioning each broken layer
On its way to the all knowing sea.
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