Friday, April 11, 2025

Friday Writings #172: Prose, Poetry, or Both At Once?

 


 

Dear Word Weavers, we are officially poets and storytellers (according to the name of this community). Most of us choose to share poems most of the time, and many of those poems do tell stories, but the option to work in prose is always there too. 

What if we combine the two?

What is prose and what is poetry? Some people think they are different things, even that they are opposites. Well we all know, don't we, that prose is that stuff where the lines go right to the end of the page, lol. Whereas poetry is broken up into shorter lines and separated into stanzas rather than paragraphs. Also, we think of poetry as having 'heightened language'.

I have sometimes complimented particular writers by telling them their prose is 'pure poetry'. But when people praise one of my poems by commenting on what excellent prose it is, I feel offended and have to remind myself they don't mean it how I think it sounds,  they've just got the terminology confused. Then again, I have been known to disparage some of my own poems as being 'too prosey'. So it seems the boundaries can blur, at least in our minds.

Perhaps the distinction is really between prose and verse, and poetry might occur in either? 

 


 

Here are some definitions from the web

Prose:

Language that follows the natural flow or rhythm of speech, ordinary grammatical structures, or, in writing, typical conventions and formatting. Thus, prose ranges from informal speaking to formal academic writing.

Writing that does not follow a meter or rhyme scheme. It's writing that follows standard grammatical rules and communicates ideas in a linear, logical order. Prose writing includes works of fiction and nonfiction.

The term for any sustained wodge of text that doesn't have a consistent rhythm. Poetry or verse is different: verse has a set rhythm (or meter), and it looks distinctive on the page as the lines are usually shorter than prose. 

Verse:

Speech or writing distinguished from ordinary language by its distinctive patterning of sounds and especially by its rhythm.

A part of a song that typically occurs in a series, precedes the chorus, and follows any introduction.

Poetry:

A type of literature, or artistic writing, that attempts to stir a reader's imagination or emotions. The poet does this by carefully choosing and arranging language for its meaning, sound, and rhythm. Some poems, such as nursery rhymes, are simple and humorous.

Literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature. 

The difference between prose and poetry:

Prose is writing that uses ordinary sentences to tell a story or state facts. These sentences are logically arranged. Poetry is a more fluid type of writing that can use different sentence lengths and arrangements on the page. Lines of poetry often comprise syllables each with a regular rhythm pattern. 
 

Just to complicate matters further, there are these things called prose poems. Furthermore, some people use the term prose poetry to describe free verse. (I believe that's a misunderstanding: they are distinct forms.)

Wikipedia says

Prose poetry is poetry written in prose form instead of verse form while otherwise deferring to poetic devices to make meaning.

That'll do me, as a definition. I'm quite clear in my own mind as to when I'm writing a prose poem specifically. It is always intentional. Here is one.  

There are also pieces of prose which can be described as 'poetic prose'. That's harder to distinguish, and on the web it's often confused with prose poetry. But this lovely article makes it very clear. (You have to log in to read the lot, but just the opening few sentences will give it to you.) I always think the opening chapter of John Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath is a beautiful example of poetic prose.

Your optional prompt this week is to create a prose poem, or if you prefer, a piece of poetic prose. (As the prompts are always optional, we'll accept non-hybrid poems or prose pieces too.) Label them if you like, but I'm betting we can probably tell the difference.

The usual guidelines: 369 words maximum, excluding title and notes; one post per person; and it can be new or old.

Next week, we will invite you to find inspiration in the idea that “Youth has no age.”

Friday, April 4, 2025

Friday Writings #171: Firsts and Lasts

 


Hello, Word Artists and Admirers! Firsts and lasts come in all sizes. For instance examples of big ones are my first day at a new job or the last time my dearly departed, winter-loving corgi Kit got to enjoy the snow. Some small ones include the first time my new(ish) corgi Jelly Bean walked into the living room without giving the ceiling fan a side eye (she's a strange dog) and the last time I shall have sakura mochi this spring (I'm hoping my tea teacher makes them all April long).

I should probably try making them myself.

Whether they are big or small, firsts and lasts have a way of making us pay attention to time. And if we slow down just enough to feel their weight, they add a lot of richness to our lives. 


So for this week's optional prompt, I invite you to write about firsts and/or lasts of any size. I'm accepting poetry and prose, fiction and non fiction. Just be sure to keep it to 369 words or fewer and one post per person please.

Your optional prompt for next week will be to write a prose poem, or if you prefer, a piece of poetic prose.


Friday, March 28, 2025

Friday Writings #170: “April is the cruellest month”


Greetings, word lovers. 

So… for some strange reason, which has nothing to do with the chemo-perimenopause-double whammy currently fogging my brain, I was totally sure that today was April 2nd. I must spend some time figuring out how this happened. I hope it’s case of calendar vandals or time travel, because the alternative involves wild hot flashes and mood swings. And who wants that? Hm, maybe April—since I’ve heard it has quite the poetic mean streak.   

While we are on the topic of poetic cruelty and other wonders, for today’s optional prompt, I invite you to find inspiration in the first line of T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land: “April is the cruellest month”. 

Please, add the direct link to your response to Mister Linky. One post per participant. 369 words maximum (excluding title). You may share old or new pieces of poetry or prose, write to the prompt or to a topic of your choosing. Visit other word lovers. Comment on their words. 

next week, we will invite you to write about the first or last time you did/experienced something memorable (it can be a small thing or a big thing).


Friday, March 21, 2025

Friday Writings #169: Answering Writing in Writing

 

 

Hello again, dear Word Weavers.

Have you ever written a poem in reply to someone else’s poem?

I’ve done it now and then with pieces by friends, people with whom I’m already in the habit of conversing about anything and everything. It can feel natural to respond that way to some of their poems too.

Occasionally I’ve done it with much more famous pieces, by poets I’ve never met (who might even be dead already) in which case it’s too one-sided to be called a dialogue. There’s also the consideration that one puts oneself at a disadvantage in attempting to reply to something really great: how can one’s own words possibly measure up? However, it can be  an interesting exercise in elucidating one’s own thoughts. (Sometimes we need to articulate them to discover what they are. Or sometimes we already know, and burn to express them.)

I did it once in answer to a prompt, responding to one of my favourite pieces by e.e. cummings with this – which certainly lacks the genius of cummings, but which I am pleased to have written, nevertheless. 

(I responded not as myself but in the persona of the 'Mister Death' whom cummings's poem addresses. But it's still my own ideas being expressed. Both poems are fictional ... but perhaps not entirely?) 

Recently, while still processing the aftermath of Ex-cyclone Alfred, I found myself spontaneously responding to a post of Rajani’s which featured poems (including one of her own) about rain. This then sparked the idea for today's prompt. My piece is the one I share here this time, and you’ll find there a link to Rajani’s inspirational post as well.

So, for your optional prompt this week, I invite you to write a reply to something someone else wrote: in verse to someone else’s poem, in a piece of prose to someone else’s story-telling – or you may even reply in prose to their poem, or in poetry to their story. Please include in your post a link to the piece you’re responding to.

Guidelines: One post per person, share it via Mister Linky below, 369 words maximum (excluding title and notes), old or new, poetry or prose, on prompt or not. Do please read and comment on others’ efforts, and feel free to talk to the team or each other in the Comments section below.

Advance notice: For next weeks optional prompt, you are invited to find inspiration in the first line of T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land: “April is the cruellest month”.


 

By Aaron Burden, on Unsplash

 

Friday, March 14, 2025

Friday Writings #168: “I do not think it means what you think it means”

 

Greetings, poets and storytellers.

How is life in your bit of the world? Around my corner of New York City things are troublesome, frustrating, overwhelming, and many other things that leave body and soul exhausted. Then again, that’s probably mostly me. But you know how these things go… When our personal lives get rough, the whole world becomes sandpaper. I’m hoping for gentler things for me (and for you).

While we wait for gentle and soft to join the party, let us dance right into today’s optional prompt: where everyone is invited to find inspiration in misunderstood words or misconceptions.

Add the direct link to your response to Mister Linky. One post per participant, por favor. 369 words maximum (excluding title). You may share old or new pieces of poetry or prose, write to the prompt or to a topic of your choosing. Visit other writers. Share your thoughts on their thoughts.

next week, you’re invited to write a reply to something someone else wrote.



 

Friday, March 7, 2025

Friday Writings #167: Self-Empathy

 


Hello, Word Artists and Admirers! Miss Magaly asked me to fill in for her this week and the topic of self-empathy. Admittedly, I didn't know all that much about the topic. But I'm always game to learn more! So from the article she gave as a reference: 

Self-compassion involves treating yourself with the same kindness, concern, and support you’d show to a good friend.


Inquisitive person that I am, I found another article that talked about techniques to build self-empathy. I already make sure I'm around positive, supportive people, but I know I could be better about showing myself kindness.


So this week's optional prompt is to explore the concept of self-empathy in your pieces. Prose or poetry will do, as will fiction or non-fiction. Just be sure to keep it to 369 words or fewer and one piece per person please.

Next week, Magaly will return to tackle the topic of misunderstood words or misconceptions.



Friday, February 28, 2025

Friday Writings #166: Letters / Sounds

 


Hello, dear Word Weavers

Here’s a thought –

What if you were to start a piece of writing not with an idea but a sound? If you were to choose a particular letter of the alphabet and the sound it makes, and let the subject arise out of that? And then repeat that letter in that piece of writing, over and over? The first time such an idea was suggested to me, I chose the letter M, with its warm, soft ‘mmm’ sound. That led me to thoughts of my mother, and my childhood home, Tasmania. I called the resulting prose poem Remembrance. You can read it here. 

 

My island home — or part thereof.
(Photo taken in Tasmania by Patrick McGregor; available on Unsplash)


A hard, sharp sound might have caused my thoughts to go somewhere very different. What mood, or subject, would repetitions of L suggest?  Or P? Or J? Or hard G? Or S?  Etc. I notice all these are consonants. Where might the vowels take us? Click here for some ideas on that.

(Incidentally, I have now found out that these sounds are known as phonemes. In the teaching of reading, the linking of sounds and letters is called phonics.)

Would you like to give it  try?  If so –

Your optional prompt for this week is to choose one letter of the alphabet, let its sound suggest what to write about, and use that letter repeatedly in the resulting piece of writing.

Guidelines:
Poetry or prose, old or new, on prompt or not.
369 words maximum, excluding title and notes.
One post per person.
We encourage you to read other people’s submissions and leave (encouraging) comments.
You’re welcome to talk to us and each other in the comments here, too. 

 Next week Magaly will invite us to find inspiration in Self-Empathy.

 

Friday, February 21, 2025

Friday Writings #165: Torch

 


Hello, Word Artists and Admirers! Perhaps because it's been so cold here in northeastern USA, I've been thinking longingly about warm things. My still fairly new to me corgi, Jelly Bean, requires lots of walks to get her used to going potty outdoors. That results in more time outside (and more large mugs of tea as soon as I get inside).


So for today's optional prompt, I'm going to pick something warm to work with--the word torch. You may interpret it in any way you wish, in either poetry or prose form. Just please be sure to keep your pieces to 369 words or fewer, and just one entry per person please.

Next week, Rosemary will ask us to choose one letter of the alphabet, let its sound suggest what to write about, and use that letter repeatedly in the resulting piece of writing.

Friday, February 14, 2025

Friday Writings #164: Love Is Love

“I think… if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.” ~ Leo Tolstoy

Once upon a time (on a Valentine’s Day far, far away), I got into an argument (okay, a fight) over the opening quote. Someone said there was only one kind of romantic love. And I might’ve said that the someone in question was an idiot to believe such nonsense. I was young, and my tact muscles were weak, so don’t judge me too harshly. Never mind, I’m not all that young right now, and I still think that person was an idiot, so… judge me as harshly as you must. Better yet, my dear poets and storytellers, let’s leave that particular memory behind and focus on today’s optional prompt

I invite you to find inspiration in the phrase “love is love.

As always, add the direct link to your response to Mister Linky. One post per participant, please. 369 words maximum (excluding title). You may share old or new pieces of poetry or prose, write to the prompt or to a topic of your choosing. Visit other writers. Let your words show them how their words make you feel. 

next week, Rommy will invite us to use the word “torch” in our poetry or prose. 

Friday, February 7, 2025

Friday Writings #163: Backwards, Upside Down, Inside Out

  


 

Dear Word Weavers, in late 2023 a very dear friend of many years died. I wrote a poem about that some months later, but was disappointed in it. It said things I wanted to say, but the saying seemed somehow lack-lustre. I let it lapse for a while.

Recently I was looking through one of my favourite books of exercises for poets: WINGBEATS II (the sequel to an equal favourite, just-plain WINGBEATS), edited by Scott Wiggerman and David Meischen, with chapters by a number of other poets. I came upon a chapter called ‘An Exercise in Derangement’ written by Carmen Gimenez Smith. She suggests copying out a poem backwards, word by word, starting with the final word and finishing with the first one. But that’s only the first step. Then she advises treating the result as ‘an open space’ which may be used in a number of further possible ways — turning verbs into nouns and vice-versa; or using the fractured syntax which the back-to-front poem ends up with to create ‘new and strange phrases’. Her idea is that you may make a completely new poem.

 



I didn’t go quite so far with my elegy for my friend — for one thing, I didn’t end up with a poem on a completely different subject, but a more interesting version of the original. Reading it through backwards gave me a new perspective. The new version keeps the reverse order, beginning at what was the end, and finishing with what was the start. In between, the ‘deranged’ sequence of words suggested ways to re-order the details: rewriting some, omitting others, adding a few that weren’t there before.
It’s now a poem I’m much happier to make public. I’ll use it as my link for this week.

(In the process, I abandoned the original Sevenling form. I just now went back and tried yet another revision, much closer to the original, in couplets. I think it's better than the original, but I don't like it as much as the 'deranged' version.)

A thing that wasn't part of the exercise, but which it occurred to me to try with some other poems, is to write the backwards version (initially) as a stream of prose, omitting punctuation. I find this opens up a wider new creative space to work in.


Your optional prompt
this week is to rewrite one of your not-quite-working pieces by transcribing it backwards, and then following wherever that leads you. (Tip: try it on a fairly short poem, or else it could become too tedious and time-consuming.) Perhaps you'd care to show us the earlier version too — either by a link on your post or including it there? Up to you!

Guidelines: One post per person. 369 words maximum (excluding title and notes). It can be old or new, poetry or prose, on prompt or not. Use Mister Linky, below, to take us to that post on your blog. When possible, please enjoy and comment on each other’s posts. (Talk to us here too, if you wish.)

Preview:

Next week, Magaly will invite us to find inspiration in the phrase 
“love is love”.