Posts Tagged ‘nature poetry’

What’s In A Season?

Friday, February 6th, 2009

snow on spruce resized

Nature can be an inspiration even at times when the weather leaves a great deal to be desired. Right now, most of us have had winter, with its accompanying ice and snow, up to the proverbial ears. But yet there is a brutal beauty in the season, and life is too short to waste fretting over something we cannot control.

This winter, it has been my personal mission and mandate not only to see - for I have always seen it- but to enjoy without a trace of rancour or even spring wistfulness - the beauty in the crystalline trees and snow-capped cedars. Nothing is quite so magical as alders after an ice-storm, or tall black spruces draped in their snowy garments.

It helps if one can simply let one’s child come out and play, and let go, even briefly, of all the adult chores snow and ice entail. Do our lawns and gardens not involve chores as well? Do we not have to water petunias and tomatoes? Do we not rake those multi-coloured leaves in October? Why, then, do many of us consider winter work to be a special form of drudgery?

So this season I have let winter’s considerable enchantment in, just as I allow myself to be captivated by daffodils in May, lilacs and peonies in June, hydrangea in August, and the vibrant reds, oranges, and bronzes of the autumn’s leaves. I will not deny myself joy for three months of the year.

Nor do I have the right to dislike any aspect of God’s creation. After all, we are all part of this vast and mysterious Oneness, so in the end, to despise any aspect is to despise something of ourselves.

And that avails us nothing.

Study Of Spruce-Slouch

On this magical mid-winter morn snow falls
feather-silently on towering tamaracks, balsam firs,
silver pines. Through frosted window, I observe
bow of birch and slouch of spruce as branches
bravely bend under wonder-weight of white.

I note no bough is broken and detect graceful
arching drape of fully-skirted evergreens over dashing
dot of doe and drag of hoof. I study solid lessons
that such dazzling day as this surely strives to teach,
faith and flexibility its beauty’s beneficial themes.

© Carol Knepper 2009

One With Winter

Thursday, January 15th, 2009

Winter has never been a season I have enjoyed, at least not in adulthood, and at some points in my life I have even suffered from S.A.D., having gone to work in the dark and come home in the dark.

 

Now that I can work on my own schedule, I see more of the limited daylight hours that this seasons offers, and often its majesty and brutal beauty give rise to nature and/or spiritual poetry. Such poems spring from a deep conviction that I have no right whatsoever to dislike any aspect of Sacred Creation, all of which has its purpose in the scheme of things. Winter is a season of rest and renewal. Not do I have enough years left in my life to waste them disliking much of anything, let alone anything over which I have absolutely no control.

I am in the icy moments that winter offers. I am part of the Oneness that is this season’s sleet and snow:

 

Each Icy Instant

I cannot will nor wish away such wintry winds
as bite and blow and blast with smart and sting.
I cannot command that merciful melting March arrive
with gusting western gales that soften filthy snow
and make it run in rivulets on roads and routes.

I cannot demand dark days to faster fly, nor can I
insist that beaming Brother Sun cut short his
crooked winding walk. But I can hold each icy instant
in my summer soul and breathe its sacred essence,
for in such season lies the rest from whence
resurgence springs. And soon enough sweet shoots
and sprouts will swiftly surge from rejuvenated soil.

copyright Carol Knepper

 

Without winter, how does one have an appreciation for spring?

Etherée Tutorial Lesson 1 - Getting Started

Thursday, January 8th, 2009

The main challenge in writing a good etheree is to combine a clear and interesting message with an aesthetically pleasing form. Let’s say you want to write a straight-forward single etheree on the topic of, perhaps, sunsets, as nature poetry is a special favourite of mine. Start the first line with a one-syllable word, preferably a fairly short one, no longer than five letters for an attractive end result.

 

So let’s start as follows:

On

You will now need a two-syllable second line which should be only a few letters longer than the first. It might be one word or two. Let’s try something:

On

viewing

 

You will notice the difference in length between the two lines. Here’s where a thesaurus comes in handy. You want a slightly shorter synonym for viewing. One I often use is: http://thesaurus.reference.com/

 

 Let’s try this version:

 

On

noting

 

One letter can make all the difference in the appearance of an etheree!

 

And now you can see that the two lines are not disproportionate. You will now need a three-syllable second line, which might consist of one, two, or three words. One idea might be to think ahead of the colours of a sunset and begin introducing that concept in line 3: 

On

noting

bright colours

 

Again, bright colours looks too long. Let’s try this:

 

On

noting

sunsets in

 

You can see that this line works both in terms of syllabication and line length, and will allow us focus on colours in line 4. So now we will think of the colours of a sunset - orange, yellow, red, crimson, scarlet, vermilion, gold, coral, etc. and see which ones work best. Here’s a sample of a four syllable line added to the developing poem:

 

On

noting

sunsets in

yellow and red

 

 

You can see that yellow and red  is somewhat childish when you see it in print and is a tiny bit too long.  Let’s go with:

 

On

noting

sunsets in

vivid orange

 

You can see that vivid orange is both a better length and more mature. In the fifth line, we will continue to describe the colours, using five syllables, so perhaps we could try yellow and crimson:

On

noting

sunsets in

vivid orange

yellow and crimson

But, alas, once again that looks too long. Coral is a shorter word and would work, and strangely the word scarlet seems to take up slightly less line space on HTML than does crimson:

 

On

noting

sunsets in

vivid orange

scarlet and coral

 

Yes, that looks better. Now, think of the effect seeing such a sunset might have on you as a writer, the material it might provide for poetry, and remember that you will need six syllables. Perhaps you might want to try the line:  poetic fantasy. Let’s see how it works.

 

On

noting

sunsets in

vivid orange

scarlet and coral

poetic fantasy

 

Oops! That is too short, even though it has the required six syllables. You don’t want your etheree to resemble crooked teeth!  A slightly longer line might be: a poet’s ready pen.

On

noting

sunsets in

vivid orange

scarlet and coral

a poet’s ready pen

Now imagine the colours flowing into your pen and providing poetry. A possible seventh line might be: scribbles in multi-coloured:

 

 

On

noting

sunsets in

vivid orange

scarlet and coral

a poet’s ready pen

scribbles in multicoloured

Yikes! That is a bit too long even if you are American and omit the u. A handy-dandy thesaurus might give variegated as a synonym, and it has the same number of syllables.

 

On

noting

sunsets in

vivid orange

scarlet and coral

a poet’s ready pen

scribbles in variegated

 

Better! Now we are ready to tackle an eight-syllable line, and remember we are getting near the end of the poem, so you have to wrap up your point. You will need to start the line with the word inks since you have set that up in line seven. Let’s try inks the writer’s awe evident

On

noting

sunsets in

vivid orange

scarlet and coral

a poet’s ready pen

scribbles in variegated

inks the writer’s awe evident 

 

Darn! Too long again. Let’s try a longer word for awe, and tighten the line up to read: inks fascination evident:

 

On

noting

sunsets in

vivid orange

scarlet and coral

a poet’s ready pen

scribbles in variegated

inks fascination evident

 

That’s just a hair too short. Apparent is slightly longer and means roughly the same, although as an English teacher I know the difference.

On

noting

sunsets in

vivid orange

scarlet and coral

a poet’s ready pen

scribbles in variegated

inks fascination apparent

 

That’s more attractive. Now, for our nine-syllable line, in which we must continue to wrap up our thoughts. Where is the fascination apparent?  In our poetry, of course! So let’s try: in poetry appearing as I

On

noting

sunsets in

vivid orange

scarlet and coral

a poet’s ready pen

scribbles in variegated

inks fascination apparent

in poetry appearing as I

 

This is a tad too short, and sometime we need to reframe our thought process slightly; since we have not used the first person thus far, it is best to avoid it at this late point. So let’s change the line to read in such verses as arise upon:

 

On

noting

sunsets in

vivid orange

scarlet and coral

a poet’s ready pen

scribbles in variegated

inks fascination apparent

in such verses as arise upon

 

Nice! Now, for the final line.  The verses arise, obviously, upon - guess what? Looking at the sunset, and we need ten syllables to convey that notion. Let’s try viewing this multicoloured scenery.

On

noting

sunsets in

vivid orange

scarlet and coral

a poet’s ready pen

scribbles in variegated

inks fascination apparent

in such verses as arise upon

viewing this multicoloured scenery

 

That is too long, so let’s try a synonym for viewing and a different adjective to describe the scenery. Maybe we might try something like beholding, which has three syllables and is not much longer than viewing, and amazing as our adjective, which will now need three syllables instead of the four of fascinating.

 

On

noting

sunsets in

vivid orange

scarlet and coral

a poet’s ready pen

scribbles in variegated

inks fascination apparent

in such verses as arise upon

beholding this amazing scenery

 

Eureka!

 

Copyright Carol Knepper 2008 -

 

Now, think of a topic and try one on your own, following the guidelines.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ah,Nature! - What An Inspiration!

Sunday, December 7th, 2008

I am often asked where I draw inspiration for my work. Like most poets, I suspect, I do not sit down and think, “Today I am going to write a nature poem.” It simply happens, poems being gifts rather than planned events.

Of course I draw inspiration from nature, although the source is not always clear-cut and obvious. Often such matters are subtle. I might be outside, for example, on a pleasant summer day, and while reading or weeding my flower beds, I might hear the call of a cardinal or notice the fragrance of peonies. The beauty seeps into my subconscious, even although I am preoccupied with something else at the time. A poem does not immediately emerge, but later on, one might begin picking in my brain, and it might not deal directly with cardinal-twitting or peony-scent, although such might be contained in the imagery, even if the poem is perhaps more spiritual in its focus.

Since I love the environment and have a deep and abiding love for Mother Earth, I consider myself, in some ways, first and foremost a nature poet, since the beauty and magnificence of this planet is a constant source of poetic inspiration for me. Although I write on many varied themes, my imagery is most frequently drawn from nature.