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Vol. 97
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How Do You Write a Poem?
by Sean O'Neill
Sean O'Neill is a prolific
writer and poet who has recently published his
8th book of poems. The following is an excerpt
from Chapter 1 of his book, How
to Write A Poem: A Beginner's Guide.
(NB. Any unattributed poems in this chapter and
book are the work of the author.)
Choosing a Subject
How do you pick a subject for your poem? Some
subjects seem to pick us. Sometimes we are so
struck by the sadness or the delightfulness of a
scene or an event that we want to write about
it. Failing that, however, there are several
main areas we can explore to come up with a
theme.
Place:
Think of somewhere you have been that has had an
effect on you. It might be an abandoned
warehouse, or a room in the home in which you
grew up, or a bridge over a river, or a city
just before dawn. W.B. Yeats’s poem “The Lake
Isle of Innisfree” is an example of how a place
can take on a character of its own through your
poetry. It begins:
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and
wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for
the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
A past experience:
Any kind of experience can be used. For example
sitting an exam, going for a walk, losing your
phone, running for a train, being told that
someone you know has died. John Milton’s long
poem “Lycidas” was written on the occasion of
the poet, Edward King’s, death. It begins:
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more
Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere,
I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude,
And with forc'd fingers rude
Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear
Compels me to disturb your season due;
For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
A particular person:
This could be someone related to you, or a
complete stranger you pass in the street. It
might be someone famous, or a historical figure,
or a traffic cop, a friend, or an enemy. A lot
of poems that are directed at a specific person,
for example love poems, can say a lot about the
person writing them. John Donne’s love poem
“Twickenham Gardens” has that quality, where the
poet expresses, more than anything else,
self-reproach. It begins:
BLASTED with sighs, and surrounded with
tears,
Hither I come to seek the spring,
And at mine eyes, and at mine ears,
Receive such balms as else cure every thing.
But O! self-traitor, I do bring
The spider Love, which transubstantiates all,
And can convert manna to gall ;
And that this place may thoroughly be thought
True paradise, I have the serpent brought.
An object:
This might be anything as varied as a cup of
coffee or a child’s toy. It could be a car, the
sun, a desk, a melon or a house porch. The poem,
“The Day My Car Died,” whose subject is what it
sounds like, begins:
A point of gunmetal gray
tarnished by the workhorse years
a flange, a nipple, a block
enclose the miracle of movement
under the black hood.
Ratchet, piston, valve, plug
plot out their kinetic wonder
beating out microscopic failure
in a matter of time
if only time were good.
An emotion:
Often the reason someone might want to write a
poem in the first place is because of an
emotion, whether it be hate or love,
embarrassment or contentment, excitement or
sadness. Allen Ginsberg’s classic poem, “Howl”
is a long rant full of anger, but is
nevertheless very effective poetically. Here’s a
short section from the beginning:
I saw the best minds of my generation
destroyed by madness, starving hysterical
naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets
at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient
heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in
the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and
high sat up smoking in the supernatural
darkness of cold-water flats floating across
the tops of cities contemplating jazz…
An event:
You could write about a wedding of someone you
know, a funeral you attended, a football game in
which your team won or an election that had a
surprise outcome. Here’s a snippet from a sonnet
that is simply called “The Wedding.”
The man stood, stolidly to attention
up front. There were, in the church’s narthex,
presentiments of crying or car wrecks
to account for the bride’s absence. Tension
stalked down the aisles like a collection
plate.
Then murmurs, crushed silk, sighs, and they
began.
The organ played the march, she almost ran,
and white married gray at long last, though
late.
A landscape or seascape scene:
This topic gives you a lot of scope to describe
different types of trees, grass swaying in the
wind, waves lapping on the shore, the horizon
melting into the land, an angry sky, misty
mountains and hills. The free-verse poem
“Cairngarroch Beach,” describes the shoreline
near a fishing village on the west coast of
Scotland.
The wheedling of the great sea
bent down upon the nose of the shore,
clogged with rotting kelp and the clutter
of a thousand frantic visitors,
and spent the balance of days
breaking the rocks all to sand.
When I took the swoop of the road
down to the each, seagulls
were fighting over garbage
or a spill of shellfish on the pier,
and when I looked out under my hand
the breakers were rolling in to the
birthplace.
A time of year:
Some of the most famous poems have been about
endless summers, or harsh and brutal winters. But
you could also write about someone’s birthday –
and give the poem to them as a birthday gift, or
about Christmas, Hanukkah or New Year’s Day.
Thomas Hardy’s “The Darkling Thrush” commemorated
the turn of the century over a hundred years ago.
Here is stanza two, by way of example:
The land's sharp features seemed to be
The Century's corpse
outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his
death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and
dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as
I.
A time of day:
This subject can include getting up in the morning
full of life and energy, going to bed at night
exhausted (or vice versa if you’re on night
shift!); the regularity of the working day or the
peace of leisure time; watching a glorious sunrise
or sunset. Walt Whitman’s “I Hear America Singing”
celebrates work at various times of day. Here are
a few lines from the poem:
I hear America singing, the varied
carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it
should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he makes ready for
work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his
boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat
deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench,
the hatter singing as he stands…
Weather:
Deafening thunderstorms, sinister fog, a day under
the scorching sun, a day of miserable drizzle, an
overcast or cloudy day, heavy snow, pelting hail,
lashing rain and wind: any one of these could play
a part in your poem. T.S. Eliot has a much quoted
image of fog as a dog from “The Lovesong of J.
Alfred Prufrock”:
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon
the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the
window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the
evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in
drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from
chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, And
seeing that it was a soft October
night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
An animal:
This can be a domestic animal like a dog or cat,
or something exotic like a gorilla or a snake. I
often find it useful to do some background
research on a particular animal to give me some
material to work with. “Baby Tortoise,” by D.H.
Lawrence is a good example of an animal poem. It
begins:
You know what it is to be born alone,
Baby tortoise!
The first day to heave your feet little by
little from the shell,
Not yet awake,
And remain lapsed on earth,
Not quite alive.
A tiny, fragile, half-animate bean.
An activity:
This can range from harvest time in
the fields to filling out a tax
form; from fixing a car to shaking
someone by the hand; and from
painting a wall to roller-skating
down a hill. Here’s the first part
of Wilfred Owen’s painfully poignant
poem “Dulce et Decorum Est” about
walking back to the barracks after a
day fighting during the First World
War:
Bent double, like old beggars
under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags,
we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we
turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began
to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost
their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All
went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to
the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly
behind.
A piece of music or
a work of art:
The poet William Carlos Williams
wrote a poem based on Breughel’s
painting, “Landscape with the Fall
of Icarus” and John Keats wrote his
“Ode on a Grecian Urn.” Robert
Pinsky wrote “Street Music” and John
Dryden his “The Power of Music.”
Music and art, therefore, are quite
legitimate subject matter for a
poem. Here’s part of a poem on the
famous painting by Picasso depicting
the massacre that took place in the
Basque village of Guernica:
When Pablo has word about the
raid,
his outrage blooms into twisted
bodies, tortured faces and limbs.
He takes one day to calmly sketch
and by evening all the elements
coalesce into finality.
His arm, like a conduit of rage,
describes the overarching doom
of the seventeen hundred dead.
Some ran. Others died where they
stood, in fractured shards of bone
and grayscale evisceration.
An anecdote or
narrative:
Your memory holds an immense font of
anecdotes or happenings from the
past. In addition to that, we have
stories that have been reported to
us by other people. Any one of these
could be the subject of a poem. In
the following excerpt Alfred, Lord
Tennyson describes “The Charge of
the Light Brigade” which was a
British light cavalry charge led by
Lord Cardigan against Russian forces
during the Battle of Balaclava on 25
October 1854 in the Crimean War.
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to the right of them,
Cannon to the left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
No doubt there are other categories
and some subjects that span more
than one category. However, it is
important to have something to latch
your words onto with a poem.
Otherwise the poem can easily become
vague and rambling and end up saying
nothing much at all.
> See poems in Living Bulwark by Sean
O'Neill
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I
have been reading Sean O'Neills poems for
several years now. He is
a voracious reader of poets from the past
and present, and he is a gifted writer as
well. He has authored and
published 8 books of his own poems - and I
suspect he has many more volumes of poems
waiting to come to life as well.
The sheer breadth of his varied subject
matter, and the beauty of his cadence and
rhythmic style, and the rich use of images,
metaphors, and experiences from life and
nature, give him an ever expanding breadth and
depth to his work.
His book on How
to Write a Poem: A Beginner's Guide (ten
chapters) is a must read for anyone interested
in learning how to write poetry of their own
when the mood, subject, or occasion strikes
them. This is a very practical and easy to
read guide. If you are a beginner or someone
who wants to improve your writing skills, this
is a great guide that will give you all the
tools you need to write to your heart's
content.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1866) wrote more than
1,775 poems - most were penned on scraps of
paper or backs of envelopes. Very few were
published in her lifetime. Her strongest
influences were the Bible and Shakespeare. But
the sheer volume and practice of writing day
after day and year after year must have been a
very satisfying and rewarding experience for
her.
Give it a try yourself - and maybe you will be
caught by wonderment, joy, and pleasant
surprise.
Reviewed by Don Schwager
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