I am mystified.
Bloated shapes and swirling lines,
vivid color passing by
rebel rousers spray
old buildings and trains—
billowy shapes and lines
Has anyone ever created graffiti on the side of a train or building? I haven’t…I guess I’m not a rebel rouser.
Have a fantastic Monday!
We had a packed house at Wine & Canvas last Friday night. This was a private class to celebrate a birthday! As always, there were many unique backgrounds and trees. While everyone was painting, laughter and giggling filled the room—that is always a good sign. Thanks again to all who were able to join us.
Whimsical Winter Haiku
floating from sky
tips of branches glisten
I hope you have had a happy weekend!
Tonight, Denise and I are hosting our final Wine & Canvas event for 2014! I still haven’t finished the painting. Thankfully, we are starting later than usual so I have a little time to finish the whimsical tree.
Today, I found a haiku I wrote in September. I decided to use part of the last line to create another haiku.
Here’s the original:
Mossy river bank—
little nooks and crannies are
filled with the unknown
Here’s the rewrite:
slithers into my mind—
Are you afraid of the unknown or do charge forward with confidence?
Have a great weekend!
The new winter edition of The Wagazine is now available. I wrote an article about bringing home a cat or kitten for the first time. The link is highlighted above. Please check out page 30 if you’re a cat lover.
Back in September, I wrote about delish dessert wines for Rochester Women magazine. Here’s the haiku I wrote:
Grapes, berries, and spice.
Cordial glasses filled for an
My goal is to unify the last word of each line. Here’s the rewrite:
Dessert Wines Haiku
A rich vintage port—
swirl and sniff the sweet aroma
savor each sip
Do you like sweet dessert wines?
Have a great Thursday!
In October, I went to the Mayowood Mansion. I wrote a haiku about the tea room located on the property. I went through the creative checklist and I discovered a few things that I wanted to revise. Rather than focusing on the room, why not focus on what goes on in the room.
This is the original:
Mayowood Mansion Tea Room Haiku
A tea room sits on
a hillside. Waiting for guests—
now, it’s time for tea
Here is the rewrite:
Mayowood Mansion Tea Room Haiku
An exquisite teapot
black tea leaves steep—
I focused more on the subject as prescribed in The Portable MFA’s Creative Checklist. I also like the unity of the last word of each line.
What is your process for revising a poem?
Have a wonderful Wednesday!
Tuesday’s Writing Tips:
Portable MFA in Creative Writing
The 8th and Final Week: Endings and Beginnings
How do I know when my poem is really done? The best method to know a poem is done is to keep revising it until you have worn out the impulse to work on it.
Write about your own poem: what you like in it, what you love about it. Write about what you remember in terms of the process of writing the poem. Did it come all in a flash? Did it germinate slowly? Did a specific memory or incident prompt it?
Rewrite the poem taking the heart out of the poem…yep, the most important thing. Then, rewrite it a second time and go where another theme or subject start to bubble up. Follow that lead. Finally, rewrite a third time using the last line from the rewrite. Forget everything that came before the last line. Make your end your beginning, and see what happens.
- What is the strangest thing you’ve written during these last eight weeks?
- What is the least finished?
- Have you looked at the beginning, middle, and end of your lines in your poems?
- Have you faithfully done your outside reading?
- Go back and read the first poem you tackled by that intimidating writer. Is the poem more resonant for you?
- What have you written that truly surprised you?
- According to your own eye and ear, how has your writing changed over the last eight weeks? Is it messier? Deeper? Worse? Better?
- And finally, how has your sense of yourself as a poet changed?
Throughout the week I will answer the eight questions above. I’ll start today with the first—the strangest thing I’ve written. I found the haiku, Trapped, from November 5th along with the picture that I posted with it.
Weave a tangled web—
Freedom exits as she speaks.
Soon her mind stops.
Here’s the second rewrite:
I am free to choose
the direction of my life—
dreams boiling over.
Here’s the third rewrite:
Dreams boiling over
like a Dali painting.
Swarm, ooze and paralyze.
Here’s another rewrite:
Soon her mind stops—
dreams slowly fading.
a lackluster life.
Hey poets, how do you determine when a poem is complete?
Stay Cool Haiku
Reaching out while
searching for an eternity—
It’s Monday…make it a good one!