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Learning to fly, a line at a time.
In my opinion, a good poem:
For this example let’s take a look at a good poem by WickedEve.
For the first part of this discussion we are only going to talk about imagery and how the use of key words affect that image. I will do this all through the illustration of one line of the poem. Please read the entire poem think about what it means to you. Then return to the first line.
A Private Affair
by WickedEve ©
Rolling restless across rumpled waves of percale green.
Reckless fingers race down slippery-paved road between.
Sweat sliding, gliding down my skin slick, glowing, glistening.
Breathing rapid, hurried, heaving as I lie listening.
Mind melting, thoughts liquid, pouring, puddling, muddling up my brain.
Wants trickle and run, needs bleed, must have it before I go insane!
This is a good line, yet in my opinion it lacks space. Take another look:
“Rolling restless across rumpled waves of percale green.”
A nice image indeed, yet it could be better. When you read the line I feel the poet has left us no room by providing more detail than we need. We do see the image, yet we are bystanders being hand held through it.
Let’s put aside the alliteration used (The multiple use of words that begin with the letter R) Bravo Eve! We will address the alliteration when we examine the form.
In reducing the line to its heart while still making sense I would say this is better:
Restless waves of percale green
In the changed line we get the same image as the original, yet we are forced to think and to enter the image instead of being bystanders.
To decipher the meaning of the opening words “Restless waves.” Our first thought may be that she’s dreaming, tossing, and turning. Then perhaps, she’s awake and frustrated? Maybe she’s drowning? We have an idea that’s close to the writers’ intent, but it is open enough so that we don’t have all the answers. The mind loves a mystery and a journey. A poem does not have to be a mystery, but it must be a journey. The answer comes to this mystery in the words “of percale green.” Of course, it’s sheets! Now that we have this feeling, or thought, is the image now complete in our minds? No not yet! We know it sheets but the fact that our minds must search for the connection of a subtle color makes the image transparent.
If Eve had said blue we might have thought she was referring to the ocean.
Restless waves of blue.
If she had said red we might have thought she was having a seizure, or was angry.
Restless waves of red.
If she had said green we might think grass.
Restless waves of green.
Isn’t it amazing how one word can change the meaning of the entire line?
This is the art of poetry! When you have finished constructing a poem, stand back and look at it line by line, as I have done here. Then reduce that line to its core image. Is the image alone enough? Here I think it is. The condensed line is far more powerful and yet subtle. We get a delight, a shiver as we ponder it. At least I do.
“Restless waves of percale green.”
What is key here is “percale”, a simple word yet it adds depth, imagery and clearly leads us, yet does not overwhelm us. A less experienced poet might have felt the need to add things like:
“Restless waves of soft sunflowers on percale green sheets.”
That may be better to some yet all it really does is render a flat image that requires little thought or imagination. It’s okay yet after we read it once what is there to think about? Does it resonate inside you? I say it doesn’t. But then I expect more for poetry than many. I expect a journey.
Next we will look at form using the first line only.
U.P.
In my opinion, a good poem:
- Uses an image or images open enough that we can walk inside it.
- A good poem will have technique and form.
- A good poem must have style.
- A good poem must have a voice, which speaks to you.
For this example let’s take a look at a good poem by WickedEve.
For the first part of this discussion we are only going to talk about imagery and how the use of key words affect that image. I will do this all through the illustration of one line of the poem. Please read the entire poem think about what it means to you. Then return to the first line.
A Private Affair
by WickedEve ©
Rolling restless across rumpled waves of percale green.
Reckless fingers race down slippery-paved road between.
Sweat sliding, gliding down my skin slick, glowing, glistening.
Breathing rapid, hurried, heaving as I lie listening.
Mind melting, thoughts liquid, pouring, puddling, muddling up my brain.
Wants trickle and run, needs bleed, must have it before I go insane!
This is a good line, yet in my opinion it lacks space. Take another look:
“Rolling restless across rumpled waves of percale green.”
A nice image indeed, yet it could be better. When you read the line I feel the poet has left us no room by providing more detail than we need. We do see the image, yet we are bystanders being hand held through it.
Let’s put aside the alliteration used (The multiple use of words that begin with the letter R) Bravo Eve! We will address the alliteration when we examine the form.
In reducing the line to its heart while still making sense I would say this is better:
Restless waves of percale green
In the changed line we get the same image as the original, yet we are forced to think and to enter the image instead of being bystanders.
To decipher the meaning of the opening words “Restless waves.” Our first thought may be that she’s dreaming, tossing, and turning. Then perhaps, she’s awake and frustrated? Maybe she’s drowning? We have an idea that’s close to the writers’ intent, but it is open enough so that we don’t have all the answers. The mind loves a mystery and a journey. A poem does not have to be a mystery, but it must be a journey. The answer comes to this mystery in the words “of percale green.” Of course, it’s sheets! Now that we have this feeling, or thought, is the image now complete in our minds? No not yet! We know it sheets but the fact that our minds must search for the connection of a subtle color makes the image transparent.
If Eve had said blue we might have thought she was referring to the ocean.
Restless waves of blue.
If she had said red we might have thought she was having a seizure, or was angry.
Restless waves of red.
If she had said green we might think grass.
Restless waves of green.
Isn’t it amazing how one word can change the meaning of the entire line?
This is the art of poetry! When you have finished constructing a poem, stand back and look at it line by line, as I have done here. Then reduce that line to its core image. Is the image alone enough? Here I think it is. The condensed line is far more powerful and yet subtle. We get a delight, a shiver as we ponder it. At least I do.
“Restless waves of percale green.”
What is key here is “percale”, a simple word yet it adds depth, imagery and clearly leads us, yet does not overwhelm us. A less experienced poet might have felt the need to add things like:
“Restless waves of soft sunflowers on percale green sheets.”
That may be better to some yet all it really does is render a flat image that requires little thought or imagination. It’s okay yet after we read it once what is there to think about? Does it resonate inside you? I say it doesn’t. But then I expect more for poetry than many. I expect a journey.
Next we will look at form using the first line only.
U.P.