What: Prose poems of 150 – 250 words (details below and here)
When: October 8th – October 21st
Theme: Horror/Suspense or Uncanny Nature
How to join: Send a tweet to @bullishink or @dustyjournal with the hashtag #poemwalk2012 and the link to your poem OR use the linky below
Prizes: 1st Place = $25 gift certificate / 2nd Place = $15 / Sign Up Incentive = If we get 10 or more participants Dusty Journal will gift a journal to her favorite entry
Crafting A Poem Walk Is Quick and Fun
When I first thumbed through a copy of poemcrazy at the local library, I fell instantaneously and irrevocably head over heels.
It's so much more than a book about writing poetry.
It's a writer's bible.
A creative's passport to revolution.
A reader's direct connect to nirvana.
The opening chapter introduces the concept of poem walks. Simply put, they are walks taken with the intention of making observations to capture on paper – while en route or after arriving home. A snapshot taken with words, if you will.
I like to call this Regular Jane and Joe Poetry because everyday people like you and I are perfectly suited to write this kind of poem!
We don't need a literary degree. We don't need to be familiar with the elements of poetry. We don't even need to like poetry as we know it from high school English!
We get to blaze our own path just like wild west poetry outlaws!
The HOW TO Section
All you need is your five sense, a dash of emotion and a bit of wordplay!
The Five Senses
It's easy to remember these by associating them with their corresponding body part
- See = eyes
- Hear = ears
- Smell = nose
- Touch = hands
- Taste = mouth
Once you have your five senses tuned in, add emotion and wordplay to create your poem walk!
How It Looks In Practice
Here are the notes I captured for my poem walk Desert Evening.
- See: few streetlights, strange night sky, shadows,
- Hear: sand across the road, silence, rustling shrubs, wind whipping
- Smell: nothing of the desert
- Touch: cold, wind burnt,
- Taste: *doesn't apply here*
- Feelings: tired after long weary drive, alone on twilight walk, scared by noises, glad to get back into house
How it looks once I put it all together:
Poem Walk: Desert Evening
Long drive. Need to stretch. Past sundown. No sidewalks. Asphalt or sand. Streetlights are sparse as trees here. Breeze nips my ankles. Feels good. The cool blue of the desert in spring is a beautiful thing. Sand skitters under my shoes. Inky clouds waltz overhead. The streets are strangely scentless. No blooming trees like the valley at home. No traffic or voices or television noise either. Just the rustle of the quickening wind through shrubs and the far off cry of coyotes. Run fast little jack rabbits. Alone in the gathering night I move faster too. The cold shadows of the desert evening have grown rife with ominous portent. Nature gathers her brute forces under a tattered skirt of murky skies. Rounding the last corner, the wind sinks its claws through my sweater and strikes bone. Under a malevolent moon, I scurry up the drive and into the light and warmth of home.
The Simple Equation: five sense + emotion + wordplay = Poem Walk
So, the only question left is whether you can beat your fellow poets and fiction writers to the Poem Walk Quick Draw!
Ready, Set … POEM WALK!!!
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