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Poetry Fishbowl Open!
Starting now, the Poetry Fishbowl is open! I will be checking this page periodically throughout the day. When people make suggestions, I'll pick some and weave them together into a poem ... and then another ... and so on. I'm hoping to get a lot of ideas and a lot of poems.

Feed the Fish!
Now's your chance to participate in the creative process by posting ideas for me to write about. Today's genre is nature. I am especially looking for:

* settings
* imagery
* themes
* events
* poetic forms

But anything is welcome, really. If you manage to recommend a form that I don't recognize, I will probably pounce on it and ask you for its rules. I do have the first edition of Lewis Turco's The Book of Forms which covers most common and many obscure forms.

I'll post at least one of the fishbowl poems here so you-all can enjoy it. The rest will go into my archive for magazine submission.

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gumnut From: gumnut Date: December 17th, 2007 09:16 pm (UTC) (Link)
Okay, I have no idea what I'm doing but here are a few words/concepts that might start you off.

see

leaf

heal


Do whatever you like with them.

And Hi! I'm Nutty. I friended you earlier cos you looked like an interesting person :D Hope you don't mind.

Nutty
(before work, drat it)
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: December 17th, 2007 09:41 pm (UTC) (Link)
For more information on what the Poetry Fishbowl is all about, go to the "Tags" box on the right side of the page and click "Fishbowl." A previous message has more details. The gist of it is, I'm writing poetry live and fishing for inspiration from friends.

I'm happy that you Friended me.

Using the words you gave, I wrote "Seeing the Leaves," a free verse poem about an herbalist walking in the woods.
From: (Anonymous) Date: December 17th, 2007 09:29 pm (UTC) (Link)

Fishbowl!

ok Styles? a limerick! or a Quatrain!

Topics:
autumn leaves
waterfalls
*of interest* willow branches
falcon eggs
falconry

Settings:
Fairy rings
through the lens of a camera
in the tree tops
on a ledge of a high gorge

Hope you have an eventful fishbowl
Avalon(think I posted this early in another comment on the wrong page)
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: December 17th, 2007 09:50 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Fishbowl!

Yay, you made it! Thanks for the big list.

So far I've written "what the willow seeks," a quatrain about willow branches trailing in the river.
haikujaguar From: haikujaguar Date: December 17th, 2007 09:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
*little sigh* Write me something about the longing for cold in winter where the sun never wanes.
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: December 17th, 2007 10:16 pm (UTC) (Link)
I put together your prompt with Avalon's "fairy rings" ... and got a wrenching poem written in couplets about a bard who had been stolen away Underhill where summer reigns eternal. So thanks for "Memories of Winter."
ellenmillion From: ellenmillion Date: December 17th, 2007 10:21 pm (UTC) (Link)
birch trees
black and white

(two of my favorite things!)
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: December 17th, 2007 11:13 pm (UTC) (Link)
Okay, I put these together with Avalon's "in the tree tops" and haikujaguar's "*little sigh* Write me something about the longing for cold in winter where the sun never wanes." The result is a prose poem, "Letter to a Friend in Florida," describing the delightful aspects of winter to someone who never sees them.

For those not familiar with the form, a prose poem is a literary chimera that doesn't have deliberate line breaks, but is crammed full of alliteration, vivid imagery, and other techniques more characteristic of poetry than prose. I'm not a fan of the form, and I almost never write these. (Congratulations on getting me into different territory. That's part of the point of a fishbowl.) Here's a page about prose poems:
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5787
ellenmillion From: ellenmillion Date: December 18th, 2007 12:24 am (UTC) (Link)
How awesome! I have a friend in Florida who's never seen snow - let me know if it ever gets printed somewhere, as I will HAVE to send it to her. :) :)
moosl From: moosl Date: December 17th, 2007 10:22 pm (UTC) (Link)




ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: December 17th, 2007 10:47 pm (UTC) (Link)

Wow, lots going on here!

First, I'm thrilled that someone twigged to the idea that it's possible to give me image prompts.

Second, I combined your three gorgeous photos with Avalon's prompt "Through the Lens of a Camera."

Third, the resulting poem "Through the Lens of a Camera" is written in free verse, but it actually spans two other forms:

1) Bridging Title: a form in which the title is read as the first line of the poem it introduces. Sol Magazine has a fine entry on this:
http://pages.prodigy.net/sol.magazine/pl01form.htm#bridging

2) Ekphrastic Poem: a form inspired by another work of art. I found this splendid site on ekphrasis, which has long been a favorite of mine.
http://www.puddinghouse.com/ekphrastic.htm

I'm going to post "Through the Lens of a Camera" for everyone's enjoyment, in a separate reply.

moosl From: moosl Date: December 17th, 2007 11:09 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Wow, lots going on here!

It never occurred to me that you might use all three in a single writing. I'll give a lot more thought to the next set I post to the fish bowl.
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: December 17th, 2007 11:16 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Wow, lots going on here!

*laugh* No, no, this is fine!

Sometimes all of a person's prompts just happen to fit together. Sometimes I get a whole poem from just one prompt. Sometimes I combine three or four prompts by different people. Sometimes I get more than one poem from a single prompt, which may happen with that tree picture of yours.

It's all good. Really.
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: December 17th, 2007 11:40 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Wow, lots going on here!

Well, the dragonfly beat the tree into a poem of its own. Now the dryad in the tree is jealous, and not willing to be fobbed off with feeble arguments such as "speculative fiction was LAST month's theme!" Excuse me while I go shut her up.
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: December 18th, 2007 12:01 am (UTC) (Link)

Poem: "The Dryad in the Garden"

Wow. I was thinking of the vague hourglass shape that I noticed earlier. But when I took a closer look -- there she was, in considerable detail.


"The Dryad in the Garden"


I went with my college class
to the botanical garden
so we could photograph the trees.

I was researching bark patterns
and trunk deformations
as signs of disease.

Suddenly, there she was in front of me:
between her legs, a leafy green branch
sprouted and arched off to the right;
above that, her hips flared,
then narrowed slightly to her waist;
her left arm was raised over her head
as if beckoning to me, her face in profile
towards the bend of her elbow there,
while her hair rippled down on the left.

At first I tried to pretend
it was all my imagination – too much sun,
perhaps, or not enough water – but
then she moved,
stepping out to catch my hand
in her hardwood grip.

“You will serve me,” she said,
carving her words on my heart.
“Too long your kind have taken advantage of mine.”
She tossed her brown-blonde hair and finished,
“Now you will be for the trees.”

And so I am,
but that doesn’t mean
I’m not getting anything out of it.

Why should cryptozoologists have all the fun?
Call me the first cryptobotanist,
scholar to dryads.

The ancient Greeks would understand.

As for my professors?
Well, they say a picture’s worth a thousand words.
je_reviens From: je_reviens Date: December 18th, 2007 08:01 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Poem: "The Dryad in the Garden"

very cool poem -- that picture was AWESOME
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: December 17th, 2007 10:48 pm (UTC) (Link)

Poem: "Through the Lens of a Camera"

"Through the Lens of a Camera"


The infinite becomes intimate:

The twisted trunk of a tree
Hints at a dryad dancing.

A dragonfly zooms in
To land on a red petal.

A dandelion head offers
Not three wishes, but three hundred.

When our ancestors
First melted sand into glass,
Who knew it would come to this?

The photographer
Captures images with crystal,
Like amber embracing insects –
But in an instant, not in millennia.

haikujaguar From: haikujaguar Date: December 17th, 2007 11:01 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh and not many people have left you animals. What about whooping cranes? Or (my perennial favorite), rays?
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: December 17th, 2007 11:38 pm (UTC) (Link)
The whooping cranes and Moose's dragonfly suggested a wetland setting to me. "Swamps, Enlightened" is a free verse poem describing the environment in positive terms and refuting the negative stereotypes. (I know, some swamps *are* spooky, murky, and stinky -- but not all of them.)
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: December 18th, 2007 03:15 am (UTC) (Link)
Your manta rays have been combined with "darkness" from ivy_broom in the unrhymed quatrains of "flying underwater."

... um, I'm not sure I have the right kind of paper to scrap this one for you. I've got "Memories of Winter" and "Letter to a Friend in Florida" done though.
beckyzoole From: beckyzoole Date: December 17th, 2007 11:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
Event:
One of my roses had a large pink bud on it. I let it stay, hoping I would have one last rose of summer, unexpectedly in December. But it never bloomed; it's a dot of bright pink wilting on the end of a dark wet rose vine, in the snow.

Meditation based on a play on words:
I have thyme in a bottle on my pantry shelf. Last spring when we planted it, last summer when the parsley threatened to overgrow it, the chill rain of autumn when I cut the last of it before the freeze, all is there, together with the anticipation of stews and roasts all through the coming winter. Fragile dry leaves, crumbling, fragrant.

Form:
Any sort of vining, entwining form with words to match.
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: December 18th, 2007 01:21 am (UTC) (Link)
Your prompt about the rose bud merged with a sad message I received from a friend today, and turned into the memorial poem "Snowbud."
beckyzoole From: beckyzoole Date: December 17th, 2007 11:10 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hmm, here's an animal: foxes!
ivy_broom From: ivy_broom Date: December 18th, 2007 01:10 am (UTC) (Link)

Poetry Fishbowl - Nature

Hope I'm not too late to suggest something?
Here are my prompts for you. I hope you like them:

Darkness
Winter Solstice
Mother Night
Wild Hunt
The Wren and the Robin
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: December 18th, 2007 01:36 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Poetry Fishbowl - Nature

Not too late at all! I won't go to bed for hours yet, and my brain's not tired.

Your "darkness" matched nicely with Becky's "foxes" to generate "Out Foxed," a rustic humor poem about a farmer's efforts to protect her chickens from marauders.
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: December 18th, 2007 04:14 am (UTC) (Link)

Winding Down

Okay, folks, I'm starting to wind down. I'm probably good for about another hour. If you haven't posted an idea yet and you want to, now's the time. I'll try to get to them before my muse is all worn out.
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