Poetry jam at Asilomar

Hi everyone,

David from 417 Magazine
I’ve decided to do a poetry jam at Asilomar for my evening event. We’ll have plenty of poetry books to pass out and we’ll have an open mike. I’ll start with a poem and someone in the audience will respond with a poem that connects in some way to mine. I’ll respond again unless someone else beats me to it. I’ve never tried it like that before but I think it should be fun. Does anyone have experience doing it this way?

From now through the end of the year I have something out of the house nearly every day. Gone are my hermit days of autumn. Live in the moment they say. I’ll be doing my best.

A good idea from Jane Heitman Healy

BULLETIN: Check out the comments below to see that we are already having some players in the new poetry tag game!

Hi everyone,

A while back I had a note from Jane Heitman Healy, who is a very welcome and regular participant here. Jane was wondering if we could play a poetry game along the lines of Sylvia Vardell’s poetry jams. Sylvia assembles a panel of poets. One leads off by reading a poem. Everyone else on the panel starts scrambling to find one of their own poems that connects in some way to the first. If more than one poet has a poem to read, that’s fine. Someone must then find a new poem that relates to the previous one, and so on.

These poetic romps are great fun and the connections may be quite tenuous at times. Just about anything goes. Match humor with humor, short with short, shoe with boot, bird with seed, flowers with butterflies. You get the idea.

Jane and I decided to introduce the new game today and Jane leads off with the following poem. Read, enjoy, and start your engines. Post a new poem or one from your files. All is fair and the result should be entertaining. You must tell us in what way your poem relates to the one you’re matching. Frankly, I expect some real groaners.

Orthopedic Shoes Don’t Flamenco
by Jane Heitman Healy

Orthopedic shoes don’t flamenco.
They don’t tango, fandango, or romp.
They don’t cha-cha or foxtrot or two-step.
Their only dance is the stomp.

Orthopedic shoes help my feet grow
Into the shape they should.
Someday I’ll swirl, twirl and pivot
And give up orthopedics for good.

In case you think I’ve forgotten about Silindile Ntuli’s Woza Woza Poem, I have not. I’m afraid I got us off to a poor start last month but I intend to try it again this month, unless someone else beats me to it. Does anyone have a suggestion on how to keep it going? Maybe I butted in too much? Maybe we tell the December Woza Woza in couplets?

Onward and upward!

David