Showing posts with label Etheree poetry pattern Etheree Armstrong. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Etheree poetry pattern Etheree Armstrong. Show all posts

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Three Etheree poems

woods near Cherokee Village, AR
When writing new poems, I often use the discipline of writing a syllabic pattern to get thoughts/ ideas/ images into a workable form. The Cinquain––2, 4, 6, 8, 2—is a favorite of mine, as is the Etheree.
             In fact, “On Poems and Pears” began as an Etheree. Here is the way it looked before I turned it into free verse.

ON POEMS AND PEARS
1-Three
2-pages
3-of poem
4-shrink when revised
5-like sacks of tawny
6-windfall pears, split and cored,
7-skin pared and rot scalpelled out
8-till only solid fruit remains,
9-cooked in sugar syrup for three hours,
10-yielding glasses of clear jeweled preserves.

           The Etheree poetry pattern was created in 1967 by a Magnet Cove, Arkansas poet, the late Etheree Armstrong. “The form is 10 lines with the syllable count matching each line number. It is unrhymed, though it must have rhythm, meaning, imagery OR carry an undertone of a second meaning.” (From a copy of a letter signed by Mrs. Armstrong given out by her son, Britt, the speaker at a local poets’ meeting.)

           Two more of my poems follow.

WE WON’T FORGET
Flag
duct-taped
to the pole
in especial
honor of the tenth
anniversary of
Nine-Eleven. The banner’s
faded from many years of use
but memories of the horrendous,
senseless attack on our country have not.

 MUSING
The
wrenched-off
hackberry
limb––as large as
a dinner plate––buds
at the twig ends aground.
On this cloudy Good Friday,
I ponder Holy Week lessons:
even though the limb is dead, new life
springs forth––a second chance. Hallelujah!

                Why not try writing an Etheree yourself? Send to plpalaster21@gmail.com

[This post originally a column published in Calliope: A Writer's Workshop by Mail, #140, Summer 2013.]

Friday, May 13, 2011

A TRIBUTE TO Mrs. ETHEREE ARMSTRONG

...who invented the Etheree poetry pattern. She lived in Malvern, Arkansas. Below is a sequence of three etherees, one mirrored. This was written for a contest about any unnamed Arkansas poet. Can you figure out the pattern?


Counting syllables
by Pat Laster

I’d
give up
my first born--
well, maybe not––
if I could create
a poetry pattern
like she did––accepted by
writers, editors, publishers
around the world. I wish I’d known her,
but hearing her son speak will have to do.

The pattern looks so easy––it’s unrhymed,
syllabic, but, the poet warned, it
should have rhythm, meaning and
those images that poets’
senses find. Or it must
carry undertones
of a second
meaning, some
other
tack.

I
wonder
how many
poems in this
form, in this pattern,
subscribe to her second
rule? When blue jays peck suet,
and kittens cavort nearby, how
can anyone in her poetic
mind not get confused counting syllables?
~~
c 2011 by Pat Laster dba lovepat press