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I am from... an ordinary snapshot

(a few more fixes.. does this work better?)

 

 

I am from cracked pots

From clay, uncentered 

from dirty hands

 

I am from straight pins and standing straight

From no room to wiggle

or you will get “pricked”

 

I am from tag sales not garage sales

from hand-me-downs (but not too many)

from paper routes and owning cities

 

I am from a 

  pleasing

  perfect

  perspective

 

I am from shots and cigarettes

from my Grandpa’s bar 

from the 4th Ward

filled with democratic asses.

 

I am from the cock that crows 3 times 

from lying and denying 

From dust to ash 

From Sisters and Fathers

in black reverent dresses.

 

I am from saved Pennys and spent Bills 

From sleeping in the park and houses boarded up

On Ella Grasso Blvd. 

 

I am from apple picking

with too many wooden baskets yet to fill

and happy bees searching still

for their unblemished tree

 

 

Comments

Brent on Oct. 2 edit · delete

This mimics a Terrence Hayes poem, or was it Major Jackson?  It veers wildly from interesting images (the straight pin) to the more ordinary: I am from gray uncertainty...

I wish more of the poem rose to the best movements of this and I'd champion it more forcefully.  Right now it's the exercise the leads to the poem.

 

Brent


Colleen on Oct. 3 edit · delete

 thank you  Brent.  I would love to hear your thoughts about what doesn't work, and why it doesn't work so that I could see where I need to focus to improve my writing!  thanks so much!   


Brent on Oct. 3 edit · delete

Colleen,

     I think the 2nd, 5th, and 8th stanzas are abstractions.  The more concrete elements you use to propell the remainder of the poem (cracked pots, straight pins, dirty hands, and black reverent dresses) are vivid and do a lot of work that the more abstract sections fail to do.     Think about the message contained in the following passage:                      I am from gray uncertainty/from fantasy, really, lost/from reality.  There's the old adage, show don't tell, and I think this type of movement feels like the narrator framing the poem for the reader.  I think if you trust the imagery you use to describe your background we're sophisticated enough to get what the poem is about.  Trust your writing and your vision as a poet.  If the image resonates for you, there's probably something to it.  When you start to tell us what we need to see it's like reading an instruction manual.

 

Brent                                                                                                                               


Colleen on Oct. 3 edit · delete

 thank you Brent.  I see what you mean and will continue to play with this!  


Anstey on Oct. 3 edit · delete

Brent's advice is gold here. I might add a bit in the near future -- but wow, that's good place to start. Usually what i say is cut 20% and see where you stand. In this case, I think Brent's spot on. Cut the 'tell' and keep the show, and see where you stand once you've done that cutting.


Colleen on Oct. 4 edit · delete

I will certainly work on this.  thank you very much for your help. 



 
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