Friday, December 10, 2010

It's Poetry Friday & #255 - love a poem sing



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This is poem #28 in my series of Friday poems about poems.  At the end of 2010, this series will end, and I will tuck these poetry-poems into a collection, send them off to my agent...and wait to see if they will grow up into a book.

Today's poetry buffet is served up and hosted by Jama Rattigan over at Jama Rattigan's Alphabet Soup where she feeds us this week's poetry roundup along with hearty congratulations to J. Patrick Lewis, winner of the 2011 NCTE Award for Excellence in Poetry for Children.

 Happy Poetry Friday!  Today I celebrate the sparkling beauty of snow and words and you.

(Please click on COMMENTS below to share a thought.)

16 comments:

jama said...

Amy, love how you've captured such lilting joy in your poem. It reminds me of cummings, my fave poet of all time :).

Heidi Mordhorst said...

Good morning, Amy! Gingerbread recipe now posted, and thanks for today's poem. I like it because it set me up with a rhythm and then whangdoodled me all around, resolving with the repetition at the end. I prefer the post title to the poem title: "love a poem sing". Been reading Gertrude Stein this morning--liking the comparison!

Author Amok said...

Hi, Amy. Love those poems strung on a chain. Thinking of making home-made ornaments from unwanted books. Here's one possibility: http://www.bystephanielynn.com/2010/08/recycled-book-page-flower-ornament-no3.html

Toby Speed said...

VERY nice, Amy. The last few lines work so beautifully. I agree with Heidi's comment about the title.

Doraine Bennett said...

Lovely. So joyful! Good luck on your collection.

Blythe Woolston said...

This reminds me of the little chants and songs that happen while people play.

How does it feel to bring a project like this to a close? The end of a certain kind of work. What will the next day bring?

Looking for the Write Words said...

Hi Amy,

I too love the poems on a string...hmm...ideas are brewing. I love paper doll chains. My kids and I used to paper chains with our cookie cutters traced on paper to decorate for Christmas. Best wishes with the publishing of your collection. Each one has been uniquely wonderful. I would surely love to add the book to my collection!
~Theresa

Amy LV said...

Jama, It is difficult to imagine a better compliment. Thank you...and for hosting too. There's nothing like your nourishing posts.
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Heidi, Yay! The recipe! And you know what? I agree about the title. Consider it changed. Thank you for your insight.
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Laura, I need to make those. But I'm scared to cut up a book. Did you do it? I love learning new ideas like this - please let me know if you try it. They are so pretty!
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Toby, Me too. Thank you for liking this one. It was pretty funny because I'd written a completely different poem (forgetting it was PF) and then had to write this one at midnight, a bit nervously. Fortunately, the writing gods stood close by. Hee hee!
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Doraine, Thank you! Poetry publishing is a bit tough these days, so publishing a poetry collection about poetry may border on insane, but what's life if you don't live on the edge? I plan to reread your kind words through the rejections. :)
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Blythe, Isn't it funny how some writing reminds us of such playfulness, just opening up ourselves to whatever drops out of the sky or our mouths? Honestly, I am a little scared to face Poetry Fridays after December ends. This has been a good practice.
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Theresa, I love paper dolls too, and I have this feeling that I will be using gingerbread men to make them this weekend (after making Heidi's cookies.) I can't wait for your class here on Poetry Friday!!

Melissa Wiley said...

Oh how I
love this poem love this poem
love this poem love this poem!

It reminds me of something Seamus Heaney said in an interview a few months ago:

"If poetry and the arts do anything, they can fortify your inner life, your inwardness."

I think you capture that here, playfully, merrily---poems fortifying our inner lives.

Melissa Wiley said...

Whoops, I meant to post to Heaney's LA Times interview & linked to my own post instead. Doh!

Carlie said...

Such a fabulously lovely poem. Makes me smile to read it. I love "hold a poem in the rain" and the idea of a poem not caring "how tall you are." Good friends, those verses. I wish you luck on your collection. I aspire!

Mary Lee said...

Fun, fun, fun! I'll hold your poem in my mind throughout this rainy rainy (snowy?) day full of school work. Your poem can dance with this thought: 8 more school days until break! WOOT!

Bonnie said...

Melissa Wiley's quote of Heaney is exactly what you do for so many people at Pinehurst-- you help us to "fortify our inner life" a bit. It put into words the joy we get from learning to notice things we see or hear or feel as writers (whether or not we think of ourselves as decent writers). We may not even realize in our crazy rushed lives that our inwardness was needing something. But when it is touched by words or images created through words, we realize--oh yeah, this was missing! thanks for your daily reminders. and of course we'll be the first to buy your collection when it is published!

Amy LV said...

Melissa, Mary Lee, and Bonnie, At this time of year, I am incredibly grateful to have you as friends. Even though we don't see each other often, and even though you don't all know each other, I feel guided and tied to all of you. Thank you for this blessing at this beautiful time of year...and happy (soon) holidays to all of you! A.

laurasalas said...

Oh, I love the joyfulness of this. It just babbles and bubbles joy in a great way. (I will confess I wanted only three "sing a poem"s at the end, though. I read it aloud twice and kept trying to cut that fourth one!)

Amy LV said...

Laura, Thank you...I had fun with that whole tumbling-water-over-rocks-feeling! So funny about the ending. You know, that's how I originally had it. But reading it over again and again, I just wanted one more rambling phrase. Poems are just weird sometimes.