What is in a name? In this case, permission. National Poetry Month: Permission to write a poem. Or read a poem. Consider poetry. Poetry. The most condensed form of language. Don’t be afraid–its all just playing with words.
Each year I try to change it up. This time a Pantoum. Please join me. Post your poem in the comments.
The basic Pantoum outline is this:
Stanza 1
line 1
line 2
line 3
line 4
Stanza 2
repeat line 2 in stanza 1
new
line
line
repeat line 4 in stanza 1
new
line
line
Stanza 3
repeat line 6 in stanza 2
repeat line 3 in stanza 1
repeat line 8 in stand 2
repeat
line 1 in stanza 1
line 1 in stanza 1
Small changes are allowed in repeated lines.
Actually any poem at all, yours or one that you love, is welcome in the comments. Enjoy this month.
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the basic Pantoum is fun~ I will be playing with it
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So amazing. Wading in the torrent I knew as you…as Bethany said—I keep turning it over in my mind.
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My first Pantoum: for Mama
Green thumbs tug waging war
Lost in the garden
Red clover, cestrum, thistle
Sunshine with laughter mix
Lost in the garden
Strawberry juice drips
Sunshine with laughter mix
Mother, daughter, friends
Strawberry juice drips
Canopy pop corn clouds
Mother, daughter, friends
Cool grass rises, we rest.
I loved this Susan. So amazing. Wading in the torrent I knew as you…as Bethany said—I keep turning it over in my mind.
I've never written a Panoum. Am working on one.
Ooo, it's an ebbing, flowing torrent. The images layer beautifully.
Blue eyes, damp hair rumpled around the ears, my favorite line. LOVE the rhythm, and the image mimics the waves in texture but contrasts it in content. It's perfectly delicious. I keep turning it over in my mind.
And a Pantoum! What a great idea.
the torrent i knew as you is a great line…and it sets the mood in the whole thing for me, even with the turn to the child it is still in the shadow of that torrent…
home with my boy, break
from school, poeming between
playing-time to go
smiles