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“Writing a poem…is a kind of possible love affair between something like the heart (that courageous but also shy factory of emotion) and the learned skills of the conscious mind.” Mary Oliver

Poetry, I’m back
and sorry I missed our rendezvous
all these May mornings
forsook you for Twitter
Facebook, email, hotmail

Are you mad?
Feeling jilted?
Regretting all the times
you gave it up for me
during our April trysts?

I guess I needed a break
from our hot-and-heavy
so without telling you
without really knowing
that I was doing it
I stayed away…

But I’m back
feeling lonely, guilty
tentative but resolute
though hesitant
to make glib promises

Can we talk?

© 2013 by Violet Nesdoly

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I know it’s been mighty quiet on here. A break from poetry seems to be the way I recuperate from the April’s National Poetry Month binge of poem-writing. I wrote this poem in May of 2009. It seems history repeats itself this way each year.

I’ve also been busy working on other aspects of writing. In a few weeks I’ll be attending a writer’s conference in Ontario. Somehow getting myself organized for something like that and writing poems doesn’t fit together.

I do have a few new poems online, though, and my own page at VerseWrights. The webmaster there, Carl Sharpe, is most welcoming. So if you’d like to join the VerseWrights poets, why don’t you explore the site and send him an email?

Oh, and one more bit of good news. I entered the 2013 William Henry Drummond Poetry Contest a few weeks ago, and got a lovely email on Mother’s Day, telling me one of the pieces I submitted had won Honourable Mention. “Forest Fire Roundel” will be included in the organization’s 2013 Anthology. (I’ll post it online after the book is published.)

Till next time inspiration hits…

 
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Posted by on May 21, 2013 in Writing

 

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Blooming

Tansy buds

Tansy buds

Blooming

Some poems write themselves
with the ease of flowers
opening in time-lapse photography.

Others leave me in a litter
of scribbled pages, green petals
ripped from a hard bud.

© 2013 by Violet Nesdoly

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Are you doing a poem-a-day writing challenge during April (in honor of National Poetry Month)? I am, though I don’t have the courage to post my efforts early in the process.

Yesterday the idea I got from one of my prompt sources was irresistible but when I started writing, nothing came together. Hours later I had only a 3 stanza piece typed into my computer ending with a note to myself: “This doesn’t feel finished” along with a stack of scribbled and crossed-out false starts.

Or maybe they aren’t false starts. Maybe, as the ditty above (that came to me this morning with complete ease) would suggest, the poem I was trying to write needs a little time to ripen and those attempts were its way of telling me that.

poetry+friday+button+-+fulllThis poem is submitted to Poetry Friday, hosted today by Robyn Hood Black at Life on the Deckle Edge.

 
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Posted by on April 5, 2013 in Poetry Friday, Writing

 

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Chopped–March Madness Edition

The week ahead will see the first rounds of the March Madness 2013 Poetry Showdown at Ed Decaria’s blog Think Kid Think.

The format of March Madness competition, with each poet given a surprise ingredient (word) to inspire and use in their poem, reminded me of the Food Network show Chopped.

In Chopped the contestants are presented with a basket of odd ingredients which they must use in preparing their appetizer, entree or dessert. The rounds are timed and when the time is up the judges taste each contestant’s offering and offer compliments or criticism. With the contestants out of the room the judges decide on the most unsuccessful dish. Then the contestants re-enter the studio, stand before the judges, and the show’s host lifts the cover of the losing plate of food. The contestant who prepared that dish is chopped and leaves the competition.

Now imagine you’re one of the March Madness competitors in a segment of Chopped:

Chopped

Chopped–March Madness Edition

I’ve opened my basket
pulled out what’s inside.
Oh, what can be done
with a bag of riptide?

I’ve scratched and I’ve scribbled
diced sauteed and whipped
those rhymes and those rhythms
till tide is well lipped.

I’ve plated it nicely
in stanzas and lines
garnished with a title
it’s looking divine.

Just in time I am done.
Three, two, one–I must stop.
Now it’s on to the judges
for who lands on top.

I watch as the connoisseurs
sample my dish.
One says, “This is buttery
sweet and delish.”

Another judge grimaces
“I say, I wish
it wasn’t half raw
and tasting like fish.

The rhyme scheme is off
I feel grits when I swish
the words in my mouth
and they come out mash-mish.”

They sample the others
are equally tough
I do hope my buttery
riptide‘s enough!

We stand for the verdict
the cover is popped
on my darling riptide.
I have been chopped.

© 2013 Violet Nesdoly

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poetry+friday+button+-+fulllThis post is part of Poetry Friday, hosted today by Heidi Mordhorst at My Juicy Little Universe

 
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Posted by on March 7, 2013 in Light, Poetry Friday, Writing

 

Messy – Poetry Friday

Shelf of poetry books

“… untidy on the shelf”

Messy

Poetry is messy
all these snippets of poems
lying around
all these lines that keep asking
to be changed or moved
into another poem altogether
how do I keep track?

And look at these books
—mere brochures
with spines too skinny for titles
slight, yet too weighty
for the garbage
lovely to hold
but untidy on the shelf

and as impossible to catalogue
—with their love, humor peace,
protest, outrage and grace—
as the motley bunch of us
at our last reading.

© 2013 by Violet Nesdoly

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At the beginning of the year, do you find yourself with the urge to organize—even your poetry? And how impossible is that!

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Posted by on January 17, 2013 in People, Poetry Friday, Writing

 

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Fiscal crisis

Fountain Pen on Ledger

Photo – Microsoft Clipart

Fiscal crisis

This American Sentence is a poem bribe
for a guilt-free evening.
Yesterday’s two-hour walk was payment
for day-before-yesterday’s pan of brownies.
That crocheted afghan is rent
for time in front of the Food Network.
These last two hours
liking all your updates and pages
are paying forward the success
of my current work-in-progress
which isn’t in progress
and so can’t realistically be called a work
because I’m so busy
paying interest on the past
and borrowing from the future.

© 2013 – Violet Nesdoly

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This poem is one of my November poem-a-day efforts. It began with the November 16th Poetic Asides prompt:“Use the last line of yesterday’s poem for the first line of today’s poem.”  Thus the first two lines (I broke my American Sentence into two lines) is a repetition of the ‘bribe or trade-off’ poem I had written the day before.
Obviously I had been listening to too much news in November and I see, judging by current headlines, that a fiscal poem is as timely today as it was two months ago.

poetry+friday+button+-+fulllThis poem is submitted to Poetry Friday, hosted this week by the very versatile Matt at Radio, Rhythm & Rhyme.

 
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Posted by on January 3, 2013 in Light, Poetry Friday, Writing

 

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The Alchemy of Poetry

The Alchemy of Poetry

Position the inert element
(any prompt will do)
into the beaker of an empty page
and bathe in the acid of a long stare.

Placing vessel over the flame of thought
heat until surface softens
and breaks into fault lines.

With any writing instrument
organize component parts
into webs and lists.
Use hurried scrawl to freewrite
dissections and reconstructions.

Expand and condense
reorganize and rearrange
the substance that has now
begun to take shape
until the final creation
aligns to your satisfaction.

At this point it will often
appear to be gold
(but don’t be fooled).
Leave it to cool.

Return in an hour
a day or a week to inspect.
Very occasionally
you will be satisfied
you have created
something genuine.

© 2011 by Violet Nesdoly

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I wrote “The Alchemy of Poetry” during the April poem-a-day challenge in 2010,  prompts and encouragement supplied by Robert Brewer of the Poetic Asides blog.

Now it’s almost November, another challenge month when novelists around the world participate in NaNoWriMo (writing a 50,000-word novel in one month).

For poets, Poetic Asides has its own book challenge (called November Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge). I’m not ready to tackle another novel, but am seriously considering joining the Poem-A-Day challenge again this year.

I find this type of writing jag helps me get over the feeling of writing as a ‘precious’ activity. I know from experience that when I write a lot of poems, not every one that seems great just after I’ve written it, is. I have to give the writing and myself the cooling and distance of time to see what I’ve made. That’s what “The Alchemy of Poetry” is about.

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By the way, the first draft of my novel Destiny’s Hands, was written during NaNoWriMo 2009. So if you have a book inside you, why don’t you dedicate this November to getting it out!

This post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted this week by the lovely Linda at Teacherdance

 
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Posted by on October 25, 2012 in Poetry Friday, Re-post, Writing

 

Love of Fare – Poetry Friday

Love Of Fare

At the poetry fair verbiage fills the air
as I sample each poet’s concoction:

haiku-rich canapes, free-form salads, parfaits
of thick verse, sonnets baked to perfection.

Wine of symbol and sound, liqueur lyrics abound
I’m becoming an addict of diction,

till I stumble around very drunk on profound
poems that make my head spin in confusion.

But wait, here is a booth of poetic uncouth
Out of place at this fair, my objection.

Then I look at the name and find mine is the same
it’s my very own poetry section.

So where are the trays and the tasty displays
piping hot and fresh-baked for consumption?

Here all fridge-tainted, cold, cliche-ridden and old,
bland and lacking in wise introspection.

As I’ve wandered this fair I have gained, tasting there,
a keen palate of discrimination.

Now to retain my space in this prestigious place
I’d best spend some more time in the kitchen.

© 2004 by V. Nesdoly

First published in Calendar – 2004

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Welcome to our very own poetry fair—Poetry Friday—hosted today on VN Poems for the very first time!

However humble the digs, I know we’re all in for a treat. Please add your link to the Inlinkz widget by clicking on the image below. (Links are stored on another page as per WordPress.com’s limitations. And be aware that InLinkz takes a minute to process your graphic, so don’t worry if it doesn’t seem to ‘take’ right away… it’s probably just thinking about how to do it right.) Comments explaining and linking the various ‘exhibits’ are most welcome too.


 
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Posted by on August 9, 2012 in Light, Poetry Friday, Writing

 

A poem is

A poem is

i

15-minute stretch session
that turns into an hour-long workout

daily dose of Vitamin B Complex
empowering, strengthening, energizing

word binge of connotation, alliteration, rhyme
rich helpings of similes and metaphors

catharsis, mind-cleanse, purge
veiled in enigma to say the unsayable

one more cipher
on the cell-wall of life

ii

gift bag bouffant with tissue
hiding surprise, humor, delight

jewelry-box dancer
twirling clear tones

rainbow-ribbon gymnast
dazzling with mental agility and color

ponderous backpack
of awakened implication, guilt, responsibility

birdsong celebration
of the ordinary but magnificent

© 2009 by Violet Nesdoly

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I really enjoyed Angela Alaimo O’Donnell’s second “What is Poetry” essay on the Tweetspeak blog last week. In it she talks about writing poetry herself and how that process contains a consciousness of the reader.

Her piece reminded me of “A poem is” that I wrote in 2009. In it I tried to express my relationship with poetry, first as a writer of poems, and then as a reader of the poems of others.

 
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Posted by on September 27, 2011 in Personal, Writing

 

The uniform of ever after

The uniform of ever after

(On reading ever after, a poetry chapbook by Robert Martens.)

All small letters
of the English alphabet
are jealous of the characters
who got set
into ever after –
a socialist utopia
of egalitarian equivalence
with no capitals in sight.
Syntax wars
of who comes first
in sentence or name
and gets promoted
to upper
now over.
Any low case letter gets to live
east of exclamation point
question mark, period.
They all bask
in eyeballs’ equal attention
— though there is talk
by a, c, n and others
it’s time
b, d, f, h, k, l and t
get their heads out of the clouds
and g, j, p, q and y
stop passing notes
under the table.

© 2011 by Violet Nesdoly

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A couple of years ago a local poet read from his newly released book ever after at our local poetry group’s reading series. I enjoyed his poems and bought a book. One of the first things I noticed about his poetry on the page was that he didn’t use any capital letters. That got me thinking about what no capitals signifies — and “the uniform of ever after” is the result.

This post is linked at this week’s One Shot Wednesday, week 45

 
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Posted by on May 10, 2011 in Light, Writing

 

Love of fare

Love Of Fare

At the poetry fair verbiage fills the air
as I sample each poet’s concoction:

haiku-rich canapes, free-form salads, parfaits
of thick verse, sonnets baked to perfection.

Wine of symbol and sound, liqueur lyrics abound
I’m becoming an addict of diction,

till I stumble around very drunk on profound
poems that make my head spin in confusion.

But wait, here is a booth of poetic uncouth
Out of place at this fair, my objection.

Then I look at the name and find mine is the same
it’s my very own poetry section.

So where are the trays and the tasty displays
piping hot and fresh-baked for consumption?

As I’ve wandered this fair I have gained, tasting there,
a keen palate of discrimination.

Here all fridge-tainted, cold, cliche-ridden and old,
bland and lacking in wise introspection.

Now to retain my space in this prestigious place
I’d best spend some more time in the kitchen.

© 2004 by V. Nesdoly
First published in Calendar – 2004

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Every April, as I celebrate National Poetry Month by reading more poetry than usual, I ask myself- what am I doing here? There are so many great poets walking this earth, writing books and posting on blogs and poetry websites. I really don’t belong here…

I’m not sure how much writing more poetry makes one a better poet. There is a sense in which I think one’s style, subject matter, density, word choice, musicality etc. are a matter of personal makeup. But I spend time in the kitchen nonetheless, because I like to poem, whatever the result.

Linked at One Shot Wednesday – Week 41

 
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Posted by on April 12, 2011 in Light, Writing