I recently went to a prose poetry workshop at The Writer’s Center in Bethesda. An oxymoron, right? I thought that prose and poetry were by definition different animals. Not anymore, not in the postmodern era when anyone gets to do whatever they want and call it whatever they want.
Prose poetry is basically poetic prose – regular ol’ writing with some of the elements of poetry, like rhythm and repetition and word imagery and “compression,” which means getting rid of extra words. Obviously the latter is not something I’ve mastered. (Compressed that would read: I blather.)
I was excited to learn about this literary form; it changes the way I think about poetry and makes it more accessible.
I have never understood poetry and always wondered why writers can’t just say what they mean without getting all complicated and obtuse.
In recent years, I’ve come to appreciate poetry (or at least poets) through the Johns Hopkins Masters Writing program . . . but only the teensiest bit. I still have a problem with poetry, but at least I know it’s my problem, not the poet’s.
In fact, I want to be a poet. Then I could wear a beret, right?
Which is why prose poetry is good news for people like me. I love playing with words and sounds and flow and metaphor. Perhaps we non-poets can aspire to poetry?
Anyway, in celebration of doing whatever I want and calling it whatever I want (hey, in summer anything goes), I’m going to share these with you and call them poetry.
Planet Prose Poetry
Night Magic
A winking airplane is as magical as a firefly
If at first you think
it is a firefly.
Renewal
Where the trees stood,
Before the chainsaws came to kill,
Now raspberries and wildflowers grow
And deer come to eat.
Oh Well
The wells don’t dry up anymore,
And I can shower in August
Since the flooding began.
Climate change, they say.
Oh well.
I can shower in August.
Hello?
On the crest of the mountain
Grow two cell phone towers painted blue and green
To match the sky and trees.
How stupid
Do they think we are?
Thanks for humoring me. Poets among you — I would love your feedback in the comments!
Aug 07, 2013 @ 11:25:47
Haha. Your poems make me laugh. Which is good, because most make me cringe.
Aug 07, 2013 @ 12:12:58
So I’m not the only one! Writers are supposed to love poetry — I’m working on it! Thanks for laughing.
Aug 07, 2013 @ 04:39:06
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Aug 05, 2013 @ 17:10:19
I don’t know iambic pentameter from a hole in the ground but I like your stuff. Sort of reminds me of Gary Snyder, the poet in the fire tower who inspired Kerouac.
Aug 01, 2013 @ 21:40:44
Enjoyed your post. I have been following a few prose poets. Thank you for clarifying. I just thought these people can write, but they don’t know how to rhym. Loved your prose poetry best of all. You have something significant to say, and you express it well.
Aug 01, 2013 @ 22:02:56
Well now, that’s about as nice a thing as you can say to a writer, isn’t it? Thank you so much. I often wonder why anyone would want to read my stuff anyway. Thanks for the encouragement!
Aug 01, 2013 @ 21:34:48
I am far from an expert, almost a voyeur, but have probably attended thousands of poetry readings both great and small. I can tell you that the good stuff is neither complicated or obtuse. Prose, stories, narrative, prose poems, the stuff of flyflies and wells that you shared, seem to me to be all a bit of the same piece: a device that moves us from where we are to somewhere different. Thanks for reminding me of that old means of transport. Cheers, Lucky
Aug 01, 2013 @ 22:01:49
Yes, yes. You are entirely right. Once I graduate, I’m going to take a poetry class or two so that I don’t feel like a complete novice. I guess you are right — it’s the stuff they made us read in high school that was obtuse and complicated. I need to explore more…