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Where Poems Come From

Last week when I posted a poem called “Hot Flash at Night,” I forgot to mention that it was composed while I was asleep. I frequently “write” in my sleep, but that was only the second time I was able to preserve an intact poem into the morning. (Here is another one).

The poem posted below began title-first. My friend Mara had brought a couple dozen tankas that she had written as an exercise to our last writer’s workshop. A tanka is a Japanese poetry form older than haiku. Traditionally, it consisted of 5 lines with a 5-7-5-7-7 rhythm of syllables (units), but modern rules are more relaxed. I was of the opinion that some of Mara tankas would be better written freestyle and that in some cases she was trying too hard to work them into form. Such a fun announcement slipped through my lips. “Free Leonard Peltier and Japanese Tankas!” I heard myself call out. Seriousness dissolved into laugher, as I wrote the phrase down in my notebook. The rest is history, as I tell it below:

Free Leonard Peltier and the Japanese Tanka

Don’t squeeze syllables
into lines they’re not made for
Don’t pin a turned phrase
under glass

Even a small
unpredictable poem
can kick down a locked door

can climb over the top
of the page

Comments

Touche! There are some poems that just gotta go free form..or no form!

Maybe you could have a poetry title contest. Let people give you a group of titles and then you could come up with a freestyle poem to go with them. Just don't ask me to write one.

chuckles.. oh yeah. too true :)
amazing that they come in your sleep too.

I must admit I don't understand the restrictions of some of these "forms"....I know they are thousands of years old and all that...But I don't get what the payoff is to try to write in this restricted manner.....Some people like Chocolate and some like Vanilla...you know, but I've never understood "vanilla" either...

Just the idea of people giving me titles to write poems for makes me sweat. You know, that little thing about pressure to write on cue that I mentioned in my previous post. But I actually did do something like that once. I was interviewed by a blogger early on who asked me to write a poem about a button and this is what came out:

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I should know by now

how to button my lip

just go zip…

and close it.

Didn't write it my sleep.

Last night I dreamt my blog was invaded by spam that got through even though I am moderating comments.

I live vanilla more than chocolate.

I often write a poem from the title first, as if that small spate of words has a life of it's own.

I really enjoyed your poem today, so true!

Tom

i love the poem! i also think i would struggle under the restrictions of form. although, we had our students write haikus at the special education school where i worked, and they loved it. i was very impressed with what they did- they loved being able to write poetry in general and expressing themselves that way.

Sleep-writing...

If we could just capture all those unconscious sleep thoughts, I wonder what effect it would have?

You write well, asleep or awake!

Fun vivid images there.

I love the image of a small poem climbing over the top of the page...

anyone who loves words would enjoy your poem and the images that your words paint!
good for you for letting it be out, form or no form.

I often enjoy and am frequently envious of those that can write in rhyme. :-)

I love that one, Colleen!

Love the poem! Incredible images.
I haven't had poems come to me in my sleep, but I once dreamt some music that I was able to remember and write down after I awoke.
Are you familiar with the AHA poetry site?
http://www.ahapoetry.com/
Much fascinating material there, especially on the Asian forms.
Re your question: I'm preparing an entry about the therapy I'd had when I was a teenager. For now, I've posted some pretty pictures first....

I haven't been able to write poetry when I'm awake lately. Maybe I should try the sleeping method. This is great!

That...is a great poem!

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