Archive | August 2016

Three Poems Please – September Submission

Year end housekeeping–

hanging his own shelf at last,

The carpenter.

        Matsuo Basho – Tr. Sam Hamill

This post is changing focus for a moment from the cursive word to magnetic ones from freewrite mode to submission focus. 

While cleaning some over-stuffed shelves, a whole tin of stockpiled magnetic words was part of the forgotten shelved stash. Even here, poetry fragments remained on the long-darkened interior tin walls of the box. 
If you are like I am, you have volumes of unfinished work.  It’s probably everywhere in electronic and handwritten form.  Handwritten (or otherwise) fragments oftentimes need only to be connected into a greater whole.

Since I’m always on the lookout for contests that have a low submission fee,  the 2016 Princemere Poetry Prize caught my attention as it is free. It offers a $500 prize for up to three poems. The deadline is September 12. It appears to be given annually so you might want to add this to your calendar.  

Below are a few of my magnetic poetry fragments. In the past month, I’ve made about 200 of them. It can be  quite addictive working with those magnetic words again. I am going to expand these fragments into cursive drafts and submit.  

Editing is an exercise in elimination. Scan your cursive work for the strongest fragments and begin editing from there. Please feel free to share your thoughts or info on upcoming contests.  


All works c2016 Taylor Collins 

The Music Not In Me

I admit it. I’ve got no rhythm…musically speaking, nada. The flaw basic. I could not count. Time invariably  lost on me.

Music does not flow from my singing soul to my brain through this old heart to eager fingers.   Years of piano lessons did nothing to improve my musical talent.  It must have had something to do with the math involved in counting  as a means of keeping time.  I cannot, put simply,  count.

But I love pianos.  Will sit and play scales on almost any piano I pass.  Which is why I love this pound for pianos in San Francisco. To save these beloved pieces for additional use is inspiring on many levels. Seeing all those uprights and spinnets and players reminds me of my love for poetry and the rhythms found in words placed one after the other in the musical cadence of song.

What do you think about when you see a piano or hear one played?  Do you play the piano?  Or own one?  Would you rescue one of the Piano Pound’s charmers?  Or do you have one that you wonder what will become of it one day?

Take pen in hand and write about your piano thoughts.  What thoughts do those old keys unlock?   Here is my initial thought:

Stalwart troubadours

Fingering the keys of memory

Timeless notes

Handed, pounded down

Write what comes to your mind.  What is locked up in your piano?  What music waits for you?  Write.

Write right now.

 

This is the link to the pound in case my hyperlink isn’t working properly. http://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/san-franciscos-piano-pound-seeks-homes-for-orphaned-pianos