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Tuesday, May 14, 2019

Words With Impact: Draw Poetry Techniques Into Fiction


Workshop: Discover Words That Sing

“Poetry is ageless; we each step into it at the right moment for us.” Liz Rosenberg

In a lecture at Vermont College, faculty author Carolyn Coman discussed the autobiographical nature of our work as writers and pointed out the need to change facts into fiction while at the same time keeping hold of the emotional journey. Incorporating poetry principles into our work helps to feed that emotional reservoir—especially as non-poets. The language and process help us ‘see’ in a different way. And maybe as in the quote above, it may become our time for poetry.

Applications
It provides an emotional link. If your character is stuck somewhere, pick a word, the place where he is, the feeling he’s experiencing and use it as a beginning point. See what opens up.

Writing poetry for fun and practice keeps your language fresh.

Poetry expands the use of metaphors that can shape your novel like mirrors and echoes.

And even if writing poetry is still not appealing—just reading it will add to your own use of language and cadence.

Action Steps: Develop a Concept (from one word)

1. Free write the word light.

2. Choose a few ideas. Write one as a brief descriptive sentence or as a simile.
      Ex. The light steadily grew like moonlight climbing over a ridge.

3.Write a prose paragraph either for yourself or a character experiencing light. Put in reactions, feelings, memories etc.

4. Write a poem from the prose.
Share: Did a new thought or feeling come up that wasn’t there when you started? I had no idea the poem was going to end up in a prison cell when I started seeing a thin beam of light.

                                                       Read deep, marcy

Here is an example from one of my original rough drafts.
            The light slid through a chink in the door.
            I reached to embrace it, feel its warmth
I remembered how my cat used to stretch and purr
            in sun puddles.
Dust dances in its beam as if following the
            trail to escape.
            It snaps shut, leaving the linger of another time,
            another day.
            When will it break the doors
            and flood my cell.

                     

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