PD30 Day 4: Poetry — the Writer’s Bridge to Music.
September 4, 2008 by John Hewitt
Today’s Poetry Article is by guest blogger James Garner.
Movie goers everywhere are aware of the impact that music can have on the emotions. The combination of musical tones and rhythms can either lull a baby to sleep, or send a shrill down your back. The famous shower stabbing scene in Alfred Hitchcock’s classic movie, “Psycho”, was heightened by rapid-fire screeches of a violin. While the stabbing was never seen, the music, and suspense were masterfully combined and kept prospective bathers from using a showers for years. John Williams’ two note motif in “Jaws,” drove an irrational fear into many beach loving moviegoers. The sense of awe and scale that is felt in “2001 Space Odyssey” comes from the musical score of Strauss’s “Also Sprach Zarathustra ” In each of these examples, there are no words, just raw emotion. Such is the power of music.
As a musician, I have sought to understand the feelings carried by music. Is it the harmony or dissonance? Is it the melodic flow of notes, or the rhythm that carries the emotion? As a writer, I have often longed for such power in my writing, but I have been stymied in most of my attempts as my best and most significant words fall flat on the floor. It seems that the emotional pull of the most heart-wrenching narratives, with flowing descriptions, pale in comparison to the shear emotional pull that music has.
Speech is melodic in nature, or can be if carefully constructed. Alliteration, assonance, rhyme, and tone of voice are the melodic elements of speech. But more than these, the normal stress of spoken syllables can beat a simple drum. These are the tools that poets use to mold their works into meaningful shapes of meaning and sound. These same tools can cross the bridge between pure music and paltry prose. The result: a gamut of poetic forms that blend emotion with meaning.
Free form is the poetic form closest to prose, in that it has no formal reliance on rhythm or beat. Don’t be mistaken, well written free form has both embedded deeply within the melodic nature of the carefully selected words. This melody is combined with the imagery of the chosen metaphors to heighten the emotional pull. Free form is perhaps the most difficult form to master, because while the expectation of meaning and emotion are present, some of the musical elements to create the emotions are denied the writer by the apparent lack of form.
Blank verse introduces a rhythmic beat, which can lull and pacify the reader or put him or her on edge. The successful poet of blank verse will beat the drum without disturbing the flow of thought. When skillfully combined with melodic words and strong imagery, the resultant writing often works beneath the reader’s skin and pulls upon emotional strings.
Rhymed poetic forms with steady beats are yet another step closer. These forms are often considered the apogee of writing mastery. To shape sound and meanings to fit a form without introducing oddities or kinks of thought or language, demonstrates exceptional skill. It is no small task to successfully write a sonnet, or any of the other rhymed forms. These forms are very close to music: every one of them can be set to music to create a song, and many often are, elevating the poem to Lyrics.
Song lyrics often start as poems, with the better or more masterfully created original poem, yielding a better song. Not only are there melodic hints in the words, but an actual melody, that creates an emotional response. Many years ago, I sung in a choir that did a rendition of William’s Blake’s, “Little Lamb, Who Made Thee?” The music combined with that poem drove the meaning deep into the hearts of every participant, and listener. Even years later, when I stumble across the poem, the music and feelings come back to me. The essence of meaning and emotion, created by poet and musician, remain.
But not all songs are good poetry. It should be noted that song-writers have discovered that with a catchy tune and an energetic band, even poor poetry works as a song. Consider the following poetic snippet:
You think you lost your love,
Well, I saw her yesterday.
It’s you she’s thinking of
And she told me what to say.
She says she loves you
And you know that can’t be bad.
Yes, she loves you
And you know you should be glad.
As poetry, it is simplistic, but as a song, it literally rocked the nation. In this case, the snappy melody and the energetic band carried the show.
There is a real connection between music and writing, and that connection runs right through poetry. The next time you hear a song, think of the words as a poem. Is it a good poem, or a poor poem? The next time you read a poem, consider what kind of song it might make, consider how you might set it to music. Should it be upbeat, or melancholy? More importantly, when writing poetry, consider the musicality of your words. Experiment with the different metrical feet: anapestic, iambic, trochee. See how these choices alter the sense of your writing. See how they impact the emotion.
Finally, when experimenting with poetic forms, don’t be afraid to tie formal forms to plain themes. To illustrate why, consider the Blues. Well written Blues take the form of a sonnet: 14 lines of iambic pentameter. That down-to earth, grown out of slavery and oppression music, is poetically similar to the most vaulted forms of English expression, albeit with minor modifications. The 14 lines are comprised of 4 blues stanzas or triplets, followed by a heroic couplet. In each blues stanza, the first line states a complaint, the second repeats or re-enforces the complaint, and the third concludes the complaint. If there is a turning point, it would be at the fourth stanza, where you state what you’re going to do about your troubles, but even this is optional since the whole poem is a complaint. From my observation, we can all complain about something, how about trying a Blues Sonnet?
Today’s Poetry Prompt
Write a Blues Sonnet:
- Write 5 thematically similar heroic couplets of iambic pentameter.
- In first four, repeat first line of each couplet, yielding the 14 lines of the sonnet.
- Then, if desired, modify middle lines, of the stanzas without disturbing rhyme or rhythm to strengthen the stanza and give variety.
- Get out a blues recording and have fun singing your blues song!
About James Garner: I am an erstwhile poet, meaning I have struggled long and hard with poetry, occasionally forcing poems to spill on my pages. We are on better terms of late, but poetry is a jealous playmate, requiring much time and energy. Some of my other interests include chess, computers, math, music, and Chinese. I live in the heart of the South, and try to balance my various pursuits with raising seven children and staying gainfully employed.
Related links
- 30 Poems in 30 Days set for September (1.000)
- All About 30 Poems in 30 Days (1.000)
- PD30 Day 1: I Believe in Poetry (1.000)
- PD30 Day 2: Generally Be Specific (1.000)
- PD30 Day 3: A Review of Meter (1.000)
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Argh. This is really difficult. I am really not a structured poetic form scribbler.
Feel free to laugh at my feeble attempts.
I do. *ruefully*
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Heart’s Pain
My only love has eyes only for her
Yes, my poor love’s bright eyes see only her
And in his bright eyes I am but a blur
I see the pain lingering in his eyes
Yes, such pain lingering in his clear eyes
But his clear eyes see only how she cries
I can’t believe my one love loves me not
Yes, my one and only love loves me not
He cares naught for my mute tears running hot
My heart is now so very dent and hurt
Yes, my aching heart is so dent and hurt
It can only dwell brokenly inert
Maybe no one sees my bruised broken heart
But unrequited pain never departs.
James, thanks for sharing these words with us. And I’m always shocked at how many songs are bad poetry, so that made me laugh.
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@sheer:
nice attempt. Remeber the bar for the blues is not very high. In fact the earthy nature of the blues begs for a little sloppiness, even the occasional bad grammer, ‘ther-wise ’tain’t awthentic.
@amy:
You are very welcome.
@the rest of y’all
I reckon I should take my own assignment.
The full blues sonnet in on the private forum,
but the first part of it is below:
Oh man! I wrote my blues the other day.
Yeah, man, I wrote them out the other day,
and now I aint got nothin more to say.
If you think that having nothing to say stopped me, think again!
29 poems in 30 days?
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@ James
Thank you for the wonderful guest post.
@ Sheer
The blues are harder than they look, but You’ll get the hang of it.
@ Maryellen
You’ll make it.
Tired Part-Time Poet Blues
I keep falling asleep at my blue desk
I feel my brain floating falling drifting
I fall awake I type some gibberish
Thinking maybe I’ll make some sense of this
Head so heavy it flops from side to side
Feeling thirsty my mouth so sore and dry
I yawned so long it may have took a day
My back is damp my hair has turned to gray
This poem has took so long to get to its sad end
I feel like I might just have to write it all again
I got the too few hours in too many days
For a tired part-time poet blues
Money Blues
Money’s getting scarcer by the day
money’s getting scarcer ev’ry day
I’m juggling bills, there’s always more to pay.
I think this week I’ll manage and we’ll eat
this week I think I’ll manage, we will eat
but then they raise the rent, we’re on the street.
We don’t know where the next cent’s coming from
we don’t know where the next meal’s coming from
we don’t know where to find another home.
I used to have a cat I couldn’t feed
I used to have a cat I didn’t need
I gave him to a friend who could afford
such luxuries as roof and food and pet.
I don’t know how much lower I can get.
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PS I’m very grateful to you, James. I’ve long wanted to get a clue how to write blues in poetry and you have made it easy! Not that I think my little effort above is all that wonderful, but now at least I’ve got a form I can practise.
@ Rosemary
Ahhh the money blues. I’ve been there before.
@ James & John: I will try harder but seriously, blues not as easy as it seems. =)
@ Rosemary: I liked yours. It’s simple yet pogniant!
I loved this suggestion! I sort of messed mine up (it’s too short and I completely forgot about rhyme) but I will keep trying. Don’t know if I’ll try singing it though…
@ Sheer
The blues will always be there for you
@ Key
The Blues don’t have to rhyme
Stung & Flung Blues
My baby loves her Baby Backs too much.
My baby loves her Baby Backs too much.
It’s been ten dollars since I felt her touch.
She promises Relief and Full Disclosure
She promises Relief and Full Disclosure
It’s been a fur coat since the least exposure.
I guess she gets some mileage from them heels
I guess she gets some mileage from them heels
I guess they’re right–you owns the cards, you deals.
But maybe I can waylay or entice her
O, may I can waylay or entice her
But it’s been ovens since I got to splice her
Man Up, they say, but Ow! my Manhood’s stung
Get Up, Get Out, Get Back from where I’s flung.
i met him at a distance
when we met time surpased
he was a true gentlmen
only not my type
for you to be better suited
for both personality type
i was contingent to sly your name
interupted with gaity gesture
his presence of you in memory
it was you not me
it was you not me
it was you not me
he had a liken to
it was a gesture, a sigh
he relicks your image too
so i gave him your number
if he calls? (smile)
I’ll Stay
Why do you do this?
When did it start?
Every time you do it,
you’re breaking my heart.
you beg and you promise.
I want so bad to believe.
But by hurting you, you’re hurting me.
And all the time I want to leave
But I stay.
This is the worst,
that I’ve ever seen you
your shivering as I hold you, and I say
“Is there something you need me, to do?”
And you say stay
And the days go by
and your sober
and you’ve changed,
I was sure you had changed completly
Until the day I left you on your own.
yeah and days turned into months.
And months turned into years.
And I wasn’t there to help you,
As you struggled through your tears
Now I stand here and watch,
as you’re lowered in the ground.
And it’s so painful,
I want so bad to turn around
But I’ll stay