another poem. for real-ish.
Yesterday, a draft (posted here at “i am maureen“). Today, a draft (link below). Two in a row.
I started today’s piece on the plane on the way home from Portland, Oregon, after my recent vacation. I am in the early chapters of Steve Kowit’s In the Palm of Your Hand: The Poet’s Portable Workshop. It is my unofficial official New Year’s Resolution (I don’t believe in resolutions) to complete the exercises in the book — cover to cover, of course. And then, do the same with Sage Cohen‘s Writing the Life Poetic. (Don’t tell anyone about the resolutions, which, I must remind you, I don’t believe in.)
Anyway, the poem I posted today is a stab at the Poem #2 assignment from Kowit’s book. Mimic the structure of Antonio Machado’s “Memory from Childhood,” a poem in five stanzas, in which the 1st and 5th stanzas are the same. Talk about a different scene in each stanza. Use detail. I did those things and posted the draft (which I tweaked while I typed it, but otherwise is the draft from the plane. It’s here at “i am maureen.”