Thursday, May 28, 2009

Poetry Stretch Results - Poems of Work

At the beginning of the month I proposed a stretch on writing poems of work. My blogging was derailed by life and I never got to post the results before taking a hiatus. I haven't forgotten, so I'm posting them today.
Harriet at spynotes shares a poem entitled The Gardener.

Jane Yolen left this poem in the comments.
    Bird Recordist

    What a strange bird the recordist is,
    Up at dawn, check.
    Listens to the chorus. Check.
    Takes out his parabolic mike.
    Wait a minute.
    He presses record.
    Captures song.
    Brings it home.
    And then bird song fills the room:
          The jubilant invitations to a nest;
          Harsh challenges to a rival;
          Sweet, soaring seductions;
          Bold warnings to a fox or raptor or passing owl;
          Praise of succulent berries;
          And the querulous rantings of the unwanted male.
    The recordist never opens his own mouth,
    But his ears--oh his ears--are ready, content full,
    A blevit of sound.
    Tomorrow he will find another glen.

    @2009 Jane Yolen
Julie Larios at The Drift Record shares a poem entitled Carpenter.

Tess at Written for Children left this poem in the comments.

    She convinces that the blade
    can be persuaded to behave
    and find its way inside her.
    The lady sword swallower
    knows the trick to let it slip
    along her throat, apparently without choking;
    her hands rise above her head, while wide
    she spreads her fingers as if approaching light will blind her. Simply note the violation
    and what follows: the neat compartments submit to art, wherein the take makes show of letting go.
    It looks just like a swallow.
    How can we know?
    One might even question if,
    in fact, she's hollow.
    A practiced conductor won't reveal the trick;
    the magic is no magic but repeating it.
If you've written a poem of work, please let me know. I'd love to include it in this list.

1 comment:

  1. Fun project, Tricia! Thanks for doing this. I'm really enjoying the ones up already.

    Is it okay if it's an old poem? I've posted "In Stitches." It's about sewing and it's here: