First of all – suburban pig sighting this morning! Standing in the living room, looking out the front door as Luna and I walked past. Yep. Pig in the living room. Enormous pink pigalicious porcine.
Secondly, my poem has has been submitted to the Poetry Madness contest – it should be posted for voting some time today. The youngest (and most competitive) boy has made it clear that he expects me to advance at least one round. Pressure! So, my poem is for him.
Thirdly… judging poetry.
I do not claim to be a poet. I’ve never formally studied poetry. But I do try to read it. At least one a day through Writer’s Almanac. Some I understand, some I don’t. Some I like, some I don’t.
The poems I like best make me feel like I’m using a different lens to see something familiar. Either a zoom in up close or a wide stepped-back distant view. I love to be surprised.
Like seeing a pig looking out his front door.
I think of poems being like music. I know what I like even if I don’t know the why. Or the how it came to be.
It’s some kind of magic that all the music we hear comes from variations of an 8-note scale.
And that all the poetry comes from 26 letters. (Or whatever number digits the particular alphabet being used has to offer.)
My poem for the contest is a triolet: An eight line poem in which line 1 repeats as lines 4 and 7 and line 2 repeats as line 8. The rhyme scheme is abaaabab.
I hope I wrote it right!
Sarah Wones Tomp
WRITING ON THE SIDEWALK