A Slice of Poetry

We are in the throes of Slice of Life Story Challenge and I thought I would post a bit about how to write a poetry slice. You may be hesitant at first. Writing poetry can be a little intimidating for some. I know it was for my friend and colleague Kris. However, that didn’t stop her from trying out a favorite technique. Try doing a quick write and then pulling a poem from the story. She did this the other day on her blog, you can read it here. I was reminded of this idea as we talked during lunch and I thought, I want to try this too. I think others would give poetry a try if they knew how easy it can be. So, here is another challenge, write your slice, then see if there is a poem inside of the story. You might surprise yourself. This would also be a great exercise with students too.

Steps I took:

 

Write my quick write.

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Tonight I went through boxes in my basement. My mom has been asking for years now if I have the elusive creamer. She has the matching sugar bowl but the creamer has been MIA forever. They were packed up back in 1990 or so and since not found. Made of depression glass I long to find it. Belonging to both my grandmothers you can imagine the significance, but yet again, no sign. No sign of you, the creamer that calls my name from some hidden place. Some place longing for some cream.

 

Crossed out, revised and took the meaty and best parts.

Tonight I went through boxes in my basement. My mom has been asking for years now if I have the elusive creamer continues to elude us. She has the matching sugar bowl but the no creamer has been MIA it seems like forever. They were packed up back in 1990 or so and since not found. Made of depression glass I long to find it you. Belonging to both my grandmothers you can imagine the significance, but yet again, no sign. No sign of you, the creamer that calls my name from some hidden place. Some place longing for some cream.

 

Revised copy and line breaks.

Boxes in my basement.

Asking for years.

The elusive creamer

continues to elude us.

A matching sugar bowl

but no creamer.

It seems like forever.

Packed up back in 1990,

since not found.

Of depression glass

I long to find you.

Belonging to grandmothers,

imagine the significance,

but yet again, no sign.

No sign of you,

the creamer that calls my name

from some hidden place.

Some place

longing for some cream.

 

Wallah! A poem emerges.

I would encourage you to try this activity. Do a quick write, as you can see, mine was short and sweet. Try it and see what happens. Do some crossing out, choose some new words here and there and a poem can emerge.