Writing a Duplex (poem)

CD stack
CD stack flickr photo by quinn.anya shared under a Creative Commons (BY-SA) license

A friend in the NWP Studio suggested writing a Duplex Poem (see my understanding of the directions below my poem). I had a theme of wandering woods where winter had changed things by spring.

Landscape: A Duplex Poem

Inspired by Jericho Brown

We rarely know where this trodden trail ends
The land’s shape alters around each bend

This landscape changes beyond every bend
Winter’s fury moved rivers, shifted stones

Winter’s anger lifted rivers, grooved stones
The map on hand arrives folded like metaphor

The map of the land unfolds like metaphor
We read it as a story, and little more

We’ll write it as story, and maybe something more
Quiet in the woods, eyes forward into dark

In the quiet woods, eyes lean towards the dark
Even an explorer knows to expect the unexpected

Every explorer reflects the mirror of the unexpected
I suspect we may never know how this trail ends

(Note: A duplex poem is built on a series of couplets, with the second line of each couplet becoming an echo of the first line of the next couplet. The final line then reflects back to the first line. Or this is how I understand what a Duplex poem is. – K)

Peace (and poems),

Poetry: Escape

Escape flickr photo by arbyreed shared under a Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA) license

I am trying out a relatively new audio site for me, called Sodaphonic, and I want to see how the embed looks. I used my morning poem, which is prompted by the single word “escape” over at Mastodon. (direct link to audio here)

into whatever
world that takes,
whether it’s a glimmer
of hope that leads you
forward to lean against
the break, or maybe
you make a path
forged out of the ashes
of forgotten faith

Peace (finding the path),

Visual Poem Remix: Miles (by Mike Sheffield Brown)

In the Open Write space yesterday, another writer/poet shared a poem of a colleague about Miles Davis, since I was writing mine about Dave Brubeck, and I really enjoyed the prose poem from Mike Sheffield Brown in a journal called Still Life 2020.

I took the liberty of a visual remix — a sort of listening riff to his poem —  by first turning his poem into the bell of a trumpet with some odd apps I have that break apart an image (I had a screenshot of his poem), and then layering in some animated musical notes into the image. I wish I could have added as little Miles music underneath but use your imagination.

Here is the song that Mike references in his piece, the first Miles Davis he heard as a teenager that blew him away as he listened to the vinyl album he borrowed from the city library in his empty house and was transported into something completely different.

I found Mike’s email and wrote him about what I had, sharing my appreciation for his words. I’ll see if he writes back.

Peace (listening in),

Poem: Things To Do ….

A Single Match

The prompt over at Open Write was a “things to do with ….(object)” poem and since there was a single word prompt over at Mastodon with the word “scorched,” I combined the two into a poem about a match.

Peace (and poems),

Three Words; Three Poems

Thunder and the Lightning Line

These three poems began as text, from a daily one-word prompt over at Mastodon, and then became something slightly different as media when I moved the poems over to different platforms (Pablo, Canva, Lumen5) to make something more visual as a means to add texture and layer to the small poems.

The poem above was inspired by the word “thunder” and the ones below by “wish” and then by “seize.” If you are on Mastodon, you can follow the daily word, and assorted poems, and be inspired to write or create, too.

Peace (along the edges),

Poem: Straggler Flowers

Straggler FlowerWe took my wife to a Mother’s Day flower show held at an estate out in the Berkshires on Sunday and it was beautiful. Most of the flowers had been just days into a Spring Bloom, and the estate – owned by a conservation agency that we are members of — is well maintained. There were tens of thousands of bulbs all over the grounds. We had a lovely time.

What caught our attention most, though, were the stragglers, the flowers who were rooted in places they weren’t planted, and I won’t say, didn’t belong, but that were confidently out of place with the rest of the plantings around them. Either moved by animal or insect — or who knows, human hand — these flowers provided a nice visual contrast.

So, when, over at Mastodon, where I have been taking part in writing poems to a “word of the day” was “wild,” my mind immediately went back to those little scenes of wildness in an otherwise planned flower experience, and the poem above is what I wrote.

And it reminded me to remember my students, too, and to celebrate the ones who think different, who diverge from the assignments, who question whatever it is that we are doing and why, who ask to change direction, who don’t ask to change direction but just go ahead, who find a thread and just pull it to watch it unwind, who would rather be a daisy among tulips than just another tulip.

Peace (planted and in bloom),

Poem: Listening In As The Black Hole Sings

This poem was inspired by an audio file released by NASA, capturing the sound of a black hole in the Perseus Galaxy Cluster. I found the sound fascinating and the poem just sort of emerged, and it felt right that the poem should be visual, with the NASA audio in the background.

Peace (in the deep),

Poetry: Whole Notes Linger

Whole Notes Linger

I’ve been writing poems, using daily single word prompts over at Mastodon. For this one, the word was “whole” and I often gravitate to music and writing as common themes across my writing.

Peace (listening in),