Showing posts with label Isadora Gruye. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Isadora Gruye. Show all posts

Saturday, February 23, 2013

The Sunday Mini-Challenge ~ 14-Liners

© Isadora Gruye


If I were to say: ‘Write a poem in 14 lines’, you would immediately think I want a sonnet for today’s Mini-Challenge. Maybe I do, and maybe I don’t. Maybe I want a poem that is 14 lines long, with no further stipulation regarding meter, rhyme scheme, divisions, volta etc. Instead, I shall leave all decision making entirely up to you, because I want to see some experimentation today.  Do not be restricted by form – let the form work for you.




© Isadora Gruye


 Those who are interested in traditional sonnets may find the Wikipedia entry informative, but I would encourage you all to read the innovative approach to 14-liners by e.e. cummings and take a look at what happens when the love sonnets of Pablo Neruda are translated into English and lose their rhyme scheme. 




© Isadora Gruye


Take a look at Elizabeth Bishop's, Sonnet (1979), or peruse Rainer Maria Rilke's Sonnets to Orpheus and the Sonnets of Dark Love by Federico Garcia Lorca.




© Isadora Gruye


The sonnet has remained a popular form of poetry since it first appeared in the 13th Century and the very fact that it has been constantly innovated has kept it alive. I see no reason why poets should stop now.



© Isadora Gruye


Real Toads is featuring the photographic art of our member, Izy Gruye of The Nice Cage Blog.  If you upload an image to your blog please acknowledge the name of the artist.

The Sunday Challenge is posted on Saturday at noon CST to allow extra time for the form challenge.  Please provide a link on your blog back to Real Toads.  We stipulate that only poems written for this challenge may be added to the Mr Linky.  Management reserves the right to remove unrelated links, but invites you to share a poem of your choice on Open Link Monday.


Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Forever a Sapling/Etoposide for Beginners


col·lab·o·rate  (k-lb-rt)
intr.v. col·lab·o·rat·ed, col·lab·o·rat·ing, col·lab·o·rates
1. To work together, especially in a joint intellectual effort.
2. To cooperate treasonably, as with an enemy occupation force in one's country.

Greetings, Garden Dwellers!

Marian and Izy are here to usher in mid-January with our collaborative effort for Toads In Tandem. We were especially determined to find a theme which would allow us some room to play and to contort the written word to our liking. 

Now, it could be suggested that it is dangerous to pair the two of us together... What countries would fall to our scheming? How many treasonable lunchtime rough drafts would be fired off to each other? What sort of infectious rebellion would run through our fingers, onto our keyboards and the dangerous battlefield of Google Docs? *bwah hah hah*

Wait no further, dearest Toads. It is without further grandstanding or hyperbole that we deliver our words to you.


Forever a Sapling/Etoposide for Beginners

Don’t bother pondering
what’s gonna happen
because it’s no secret:
I am coming for you,
and you can’t do a damn thing
to stop me.

Place those flowers in the trash can
and come closer, my sparrow.
For weeks, I have watched
mornings dissolve into afternoons
and no shadow as lovely as yours
has ever been cast across these walls.

Forget your lover, your children,
your poems yet to be written.
Forget the cherry tree you cultivated,
forever a sapling to you now.

Forget that my wrists
smell of iodine and bandages.
Forget that my toenails
have crusted orange from radiation.

Don’t bother giving up
your thrice-daily PBR
or try swapping bacon for tofu.
Don’t scribble in your journal
or make a fine documentary
lauded at Cannes
with 15 million YouTube hits--
The world might love you
but it don’t matter, you don’t matter.

Crawl into my sick bed, darling.
Rub your scruffy chin
across my fevered cheeks
and tickle my sallow knees
until they freckle.
Let’s give these blankets
something other than
deathwish sweat stains
to shake loose in the wash.

No race nor regimen’s
gonna help you at all--
You don’t even qualify
for a protracted goodbye.
I am coming for you
and you can’t do a damn thing
to stop me.

And then, we’ll lay still,
healthy limbs entwined
with my own.  
Knowing full well
there are worse ways
to waste away in bed. 

Photo copyright Isadora Gruye Photography

Saturday, December 22, 2012

The Sunday Mini-Challenge

It is time to deck the halls, mull the wine, wrap the gifts and turn our thoughts to giving and sharing. For those who would like to turn their minds to Christmas poetry this weekend, perhaps as an added gift to attach to a present, I offer the basics of Common and Hymnal Measure, with the option of an 8-line verse form.

© Teresa Perin


Common Measure is a standard 4-line stanza written in alternate lines of iambic tetrameter (8 syllables, with the beat on the even syllables) and iambic trimeter (6 syllables, with the beat on the even syllables too.). The rhyme scheme is as follows with x signifying a single unstressed syllable, and x a single stressed syllable.

x x x x x x x a
x x x x x b
x x x x x x x c
x x x x x b


© Ellen Wilson


Hymnal Measure is basically the same stanza form, except the
c rhyme is replaced with an a rhymeSource


x x x x a
x x x x b
x x x x x x a
x x x x b


© Margaret Bednar
i and I


The Common or Hymnal Octave is an 8-line poem based on the forms above:

Common Octave

x x x x a
x x x x b
x x x x x x c
x x x x b
x x x x a
x x x x b
x x x x x x c
x x x x b

Hymnal Octave

x x x x a
x x x x b
x x x x x x a
x x x x b
x x x x a
x x x x b
x x x x x x a
x x x x b                                                                                                       

Many thanks to the friends and members of Real Toads who generously share their photographic talent with us year round. Please remember to acknowledge the name of the photographer if you include her image on your blog.

© Isadora Gruye



The Sunday Challenge is posted on Saturday at noon CST to allow extra time for the form challenge.  Please provide a link on your blog back to Real Toads.  We stipulate that only poems written for this challenge may be added to the Mr Linky.  Management reserves the right to remove unrelated links, but invites you to share a poem of your choice on Open Link Monday.




Thursday, December 20, 2012

Pause Beneath the Majestic--An Interview with Teresa Perin

Teresa Perin and one of her kids!!!!


If I Were a Little Girl
By Teresa Perin

Under the canopy of the ancient maple tree
with its arms lovingly wrapped around me.
We’d have an exclusive club and
we’d only let in the deer and the owl.
My neighbor, the mulberry tree, would
let me feast on her sweet fruit,
staining my fingers dark purple.
If I were a little girl,
I’d stay back in this wild wood
supported by the sturdy trunk of the
giant maple tree.
We’d have a secret word to enter our world
and only tell the fox and the woodpeckers.
I’d reach past the thorns of the raspberry
bush and steal his ripe fruit for a treat.
If I were a little girl
I’d stay in the cooling shade of
the beautiful maple tree
and cry my little girl tears over the
pains of the world, letting the creek
carry away my fears.
The squirrel and frog would keep
my secrets and chatter and sing
a song to cheer me up.
Since I am not a little girl,
I’ll pause beneath the majestic
maple tree and hide away for
only a short time, wishing I
could stay in my secret hideaway,
safe from the worries of the world.
I’d make this my secret hideaway



She lives on a 75 acre farm in central Iowa where she raises has crops, makes her own hay (thankfully), and keeps a variety of animals: chickens, (one lonely little) duck, geese, peafowl, a llama, an ox, two cows, and 45 goats.  Her goat Millie even has her own blog.  She is Teresa Perin of Razzamadazzle, a writer, a photographer, and all around world class Real Toad follower.

When reading Teresa’s work, one will be amazed at her versatility in form and function.  She fearlessly tackles prose and poetry in all forms, weaving in elements of her own experiences to ground the reader with a sense of notability. 

This week I learned even more about Teresa when she agreed to subject herself to my inquiries about life on the North Plains.


Izy:  First round is on me, what are you having?

Teresa:  A glass of my homemade wine.  It's really about all I drink anymore.


Izy: I wouldn’t mind sampling some myself!  You took some time away from poetry in November to participate in NaNoWriMo.  You completed a novel of more than 52,000 words in 20 days....a near deadly pace.  Are you happy with the end result?  Do you think you will write another novel free from the NaNoWriMo rules? And what was it like to participate in such a rigorous exercise?

Teresa:  I loved NaNoWriMo.  It's a challenge, a competition against myself and other people I know.  I might be a bit overly competitive.  The graph to chart my project helped.  I'm also highly visual.  I think I'm satisfied with the results.  I've had a couple of people read it for me.  My nephew with the degree in history checked it for historical accuracy, which it passed the test.  Then of course, my mother liked it.  I have a couple more people reading to get feedback, and then I think I'm ready to move forward, whichever direction that is.

I actually started my second novel a couple weeks ago.  I have my own little excel graph to chart my progress, but it's not like the real thing.  I like that stress of a deadline and pushing myself.  This one is also based on my real life teaching experiences in several placement settings, and it's harder to stay true to that but fictionalize it to protect the innocent and the guilty.


I loved NaNoWriMo.  It's not for everyone because it is a lot of work.  For me, the story simply told itself.  It's not always like that.  I also, sadly, am in a teaching position that is consultative and am bored out of my mind most days, so it was a way for me to do something to entertain myself.  That really sounds bad.


Izy:  Doesn’t sound bad to me, rather it seems restorative and fulfilling.  I like to think of your poetry of having those same qualities.  They are almost fluid in their nature.  You often experiment with forms, free verse, and flash fiction, which is you favorite and which do you find most challenging?

Teresa:  I guess I don't really have a preference.  I love the challenges and trying new things. I guess some of the harder ones would be your sonnets and ballade:  the longer structured poems. 


Izy:  When you open the newspaper, which section do you read first?

Teresa:  Not much of a newspaper reader.  With starting my new job this fall, I got a three-month subscription of the local paper.  I can honestly say I didn't read a single word.  I looked at the cover picture/story, but then I just put them in the cupboard for chicken bedding the next time I get baby birds.


Izy:  When it comes to laundry…..separate the whites and colors or take a chance?

Teresa:  I am more of an old worn and comfy kind of dresser, so there really isn't any chance if my colors and whites get together, but I do separate them because that's what you're supposed to do.


Izy:  I hear you there:  sometimes the expected is too banal to rebel against!  In language, though there is a bit more freedom….What are your three favorite curse words?

Teresa:  Did I mention I tended bar for many years, in a pool hall.  I still fall back to that bartender's language when I get irritated.  Yea, I've been known to drop the f-bomb.  Shit ~ because I tend to have a lot of it on the farm.  Hell.  Probably could get a more accurate response asking the goats. 


Izy: I bet the goats have choice words of their own, too!  To you writing feels like....

Teresa:  It's an escape from reality or boredom.  Or sometimes it's healing.  It can be a journey back in time.  It's different all the time. 


Izy:  You have one quarter left:  do you select your favorite song on the jukebox or play a round of pinball? (Note there is no scenario where your quarter can somehow buy you infinite quarters or be reused)

Teresa:  But if you're obsessive and competitive, that quarter can be used to win more pinball games. 


Izy: Well played indeed!  What are three things you never write about?

Teresa:  I pretty much will write about anything.  Politics would not be a favorite topic, and I never write about specific candidates or issues.  The one thing that makes me all loopy to write is sex, which is weird because I'm not prudish and I can talk about it.  I'm surrounded by it all the time with the animal husbandry, but to write about the physical act makes me horribly uncomfortable.  I don't know why.  But, I will if it's necessary for the topic.  So I don't think there's anything I really would never write about.


Izy:  What is your favorite way to spend a Tuesday night?

Teresa:  It would have to be a summer night, because I'm not a fan of these winter hours.  In the summer, I'm outside on the farm every evening.  I love watching the kids play.  They get wound up about 7 pm, and they are just hilarious to watch.


Izy:  Summer evenings on the farm sound fantastic.  Here’s another scenario:  You've agreed to throw me a birthday party.  Cost is no object.  What venue do you choose?

Teresa:  A couple of midwest girls.  I guess I'd choose a backyard barbecue.  Informal and relaxed surrounded by family and close friends.  I hope your birthday isn't in January.


Izy:  It is in January, but if we have enough homemade wine, a good band and a big enough BBQ pit, it won’t matter!  Do you stay up late or rise early?

Teresa:  By nature, I'm night person.  Loved the hours tending bar.  With much training and discipline and goat milking, I have switched my hours.  Now I'm more of a morning person.  It's still easy on winter break for me to slip into those late night hours.


Izy:  I live about 400 miles north of you, and I understand how grueling the “winter hours” can be.  It’s dark when you wake up, and it gets dark so early.   Let’s explore another dark scenario:  you have been selected to be one of the first people to colonize mars.  Unfortunately NASA will only allow you to bring one book of poetry (little known fact NASA hates poetry), which poet do you choose?

Teresa:  How about an empty notebook for me to fill up?  Better yet, I'd take my good old Norton Anthology so I have poems for every mood.


Izy:  I think NASA may be accommodating enough to let you bring both, if not you can sneak the notebook in my suitcase.  Do you write rough drafts in pen, pencil, or keyboard?

Teresa:  Poetry is always pencil in my spiral notebook.  I did have to switch to keyboard for the novel.


Izy:  What makes a bad poem?

Teresa:  I hate to call any poem bad because that is such a subjective term.  There are so many different preferences and surely someone will like any given poem.  For me personally, I prefer poetry that doesn't make me get out the dictionary and look up every other word.  Poetry is about the emotion, and needing the dictionary beside me kind of ruins that.


Izy:  You are at the airport and can take any flight for free:  where are you going?

Teresa:  New York to visit my goat sisters.  It's amazing the close relationship I've developed with a couple of my fellow goat-loving bloggers.


Izy:  What was your favorite moment of 2012?

Teresa:  Overall, this has been a rough year with drought and the effects of the weather on the goats and switching jobs.  When I actually got to visit my Goat Sisters.  I drove out for the weekend and met them in person.  It was like visiting old friends. I'm grateful to my son for taking care of the farm and letting me have my escape.


Izy:  What is one question you'd like to ask the toads, and they will respond in their comments?

Teresa:  Wow. This is the hardest question.  I know different questions I'd ask different toads, but one question for all.  Hmm...Okay.  For me poetry is all about creating the emotion.  What is the most important thing they think poetry should do?

Saturday, November 17, 2012

The Sunday Mini-Challenge

This weekend, we continue to draw inspiration from the work of established poets. I believe we have much to learn from the masters of our art, and that attempting to write in forms they innovated, allows us to be more creative in devising our own stanza forms. I was delighted to read a poem by our own Hedgewitch this week, which showcased an original form.

For this Mini-Challenge, I would like to showcase an eight line poem by William Butler Yeats.  For a reading by Anthony Hopkins, click HERE.

© Susie Clevenger


He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with gold and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I , being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Yeats has used repetition of end words in the place of rhyme, and has repeated that word within the lines of the poem itself, with the addition of other words (spread, tread) repeated in line.
The syllable count is as follows:

Line 1: 9 syllables
Line 2: 8 syllables
Line 3: 9 syllables
Line 4: 8 syllables
Line 5: 9 syllables
Line 6: 10 syllables
Line 7: 9 syllables
Line 8: 10 syllables


© Margaret Bednar


This challenge may be more daunting than it first appears, especially when one considers the amount of repetition in so short a verse. For those who prefer the Free Verse option, please be guided by the pictures, which have been so kindly provided for us by Real Toads members and friends. Please acknowledge them on your blog if you upload them there.


© Isadora Gruye



The Sunday Challenge is posted on Saturday at noon CST to allow extra time for the form challenge.  Please provide a link on your blog back to Real Toads.  We stipulate that only poems written for this challenge may be added to the Mr Linky.  Management reserves the right to remove unrelated links, but invites you to share a poem of your choice on Open Link Monday.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

The Sunday Mini-Challenge

This weekend's stanza format is taken from my reading of Paul Laurence Dunbar, who first wrote the line: "I know why the caged bird sings!" in his poem Sympathy. He also devised an interesting 7 line stanza, used in the poem Melancholia, which relies on a syllable count and rhyme scheme, and this is the form we will focus on today.

© Mama Zen


The opening stanza of Melancholia gives the model for the structure of subsequent stanzas:

Silently without my window,  (a)   8 syllables
Tapping gently at the pane,  (b)   7 syllables 
Falls the rain.  (b)   3 syllables
Through the trees sighs the breeze (Internal rhyme c / c) 6 syllables
Like a soul in pain.  (b)   5 syllables
Here alone I sit and weep;  (d)   7 syllables
Thought hath banished sleep.  (d)   5 syllables

The meter is trochaic but I mention this only for the purists.


© Ellen Wilson


October, as it is experienced in the Northern Hemisphere, always strikes me as being a month of paradoxes: the give of the harvest and the take of Fall; a sinister festival of the dead in All Hallows' Eve, which is followed immediately by a day of celebration for the Hallowed Saints. Of course, there is the unsettled sense of change which occurs as life instinctively prepares for Winter.


© Isadora Gruye


I have selected several photos for our further inspiration that are in keeping with the many moods of October. The photographers are members or followers (or friends) of Real Toads, who freely share their work here with us. Please remember to acknowledge the name of the photographer whose work you display on your blog.



© Teresa Perin


For those who would like to try the stanza form and would like another example, I have republished a poem on Skywriting that I wrote in 2009 (back when I first started writing, I often purloined forms). However, I fully intend to make a second attempt at it this weekend.  For those who prefer the Free Verse option, please focus on an October theme, or a photograph from this post.


© H.J. Clark


The Sunday Challenge is posted on Saturday at noon CST to allow extra time for the form challenge.  Please provide a link on your blog back to Real Toads.  We stipulate that only poems written for this challenge may be added to the Mr Linky.  Management reserves the right to remove unrelated links, but invites you to share a poem of your choice on Open Link Monday.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

The Sunday Mini-Challenge

This weekend we move on from the three line construction to the four lines of a quatrain, stalwart of English poetry. The quatrain may be written in many variations of meter and rhyme, and may be part of the stanzaic frame of a longer poem, or a single poem. However, I would like us to look at the envelope quatrain for this challenge.

© Isadora Gruye


The "envelope" refers to the rhyme scheme: a b b a   c d d c   etc.. with rhyme b enveloped by rhyme a.
An envelope may also be a x x a with x unrhymed. Iambic tetrameter is the favoured meter for English verse.

© Margaret Bednar


I am going to be a little more specific for this challenge by focusing on the In Memoriam Quatrain, popularized by Alfred, Lord Tennyson's poem In Memoriam A.H.H.


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The In Memoriam Stanza is:
  • Narrative verse
  • Written in any number of envelope quatrains
  • Metered: iambic tetrameter
Here is an example from Tennyson:

Something it is which thou hast lost,
Some pleasure from thine early years.
Break thou deep vase of chilling tears,
That grief hath shaken into frost!

I have not given much guidance when it comes to meter in past challenges, but let us scan a few lines here in an attempt to demystify the Iamb. The red syllables carry the stress, while the blue is unstressed in reading.

Something / it is / which thou / hast lost

Some plea / sure from / thine ear / ly years


  © Ellen Wilson

My thanks go to the members of Real Toads who so willingly share their photography with us each week. These pictures are the secondary part of the Mini-Challenge offered as inspiration for our poetry. Anyone who would like to select a picture and write either an "In Memoriam" poem in a maximum of 4 envelope quatrains, or in Free Verse, if preferred, is welcome to do so. Please remember to acknowledge the name of the photographer if you upload an image to your blog.


© Susie Clevenger

The Sunday Challenge is posted on Saturday at noon CST to allow extra time for the form challenge.  Please provide a link on your blog back to Real Toads.  We stipulate that only poems written for this challenge may be added to the Mr Linky.  Management reserves the right to remove unrelated links, but invites you to share a poem of your choice on Open Link Monday.