Pour yourself a tall glass of iced tea with lemon and mint, gather 'round and prepare to be knocked out. Let's take a close look at these wonderful poems.
Sherry: Hannah, I have really loved the series of "This poem is a __" poems you have been writing recently. How did these poems come about?
Hannah: I was thinking about our chat...about the first poem and how it progressed into more...I remember that my first "This poem is a ___," poem was Building a Universe, written in January of this year, inspired by a Real Toad challenge by MZ. The line that got this whole ball rolling for me was “The poem creates a space,” by Billy Collins.
Building a Universe
This poem is a star
sparkling in dark
causes one to wish
causes one to wonder
about the wide
about the deep
stars and poems.
Copyright © Hannah Gosselin and Metaphors and Smiles, 2011-14
I began writing in this style kind of obsessively at first, (so fun and freeing to use this phrase), and then I employed it off and on when I remembered to. ;) Here are two of the older ones. This Poem is a Puppy and This Poem is ♥ Shaped.
Sherry: I love both of them, Hannah. Then, in May, the poem that really made me sit up and take notice was Peony Moon. I knew you were creating something really special.
☾ ☽ Peony Moon ☾ ☽
May 15, 2014
Truth is this poem is more patient than I am,
it doesn't tap its fingers and feet for the same reasons I do...
it merely keeps the measured--unmeasured beat;
free verse identifies with ranting and is friends with rhyme
but it also knows how to plod peacefully along --
it finds the allotted time to rest within the breast for a while.
Stanzas discern when to go and when to stop,
they will sleep when they're meant to, and visit in dreams;
this prose glows as a mist veiled moon,
it smiles fully and waits uncomplainingly for eyes to open.
Words are wise knowing how to sift down,
when its feathered crown becomes full with light
petals unclasp their grasp from peony’s stem…
one at a tolerant time they slip into place,
silently finding their way into lines –
settling deeply into poetic expression;
silken and ivory – evening draws their shadows,
savory streaks in the rippled wake of day just leaving.
Simple stippled words trace their stable way across the page;
they hold no regrets and harbor no unfulfilledness
for they’re realized today and fodder for tomorrow.
They understand that their life, though past,
breathes crucial breath into the next patient poem.
~Copyright © Hannah Gosselin and Metaphors and Smiles, 2011-14