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First Person Narrative Poetry, Poetry Written in the First Person, Song of Myself, Victoria Slotto, Walt Whitman
Do you have a tool chest? That box where you keep screwdrivers and wrenches and all those things you can choose from to help you get the job done, whether it be simple, such as hanging a picture or tightening a loose hinge—or complicated like installing new cabinetry. Most likely you do and possibly, like me, you let the better half take care of it.
But as writers of poetry or prose, we also have our stash of tools that we can turn to in order to create the mood, the voice, the emotional response we want in our work. One of these involves picking the point of view or “person” that we will write in: first, second or third.
To give you an example without risking copyright infringement, allow me to use a couple of fragments from my own poetry, all centered on the same topic—death—in order that you can sense how that choice creates an overall effect:
First person:
And I Will Die
…On that morning
light will slip through gauzy curtains
while dust motes dance, abandoned
to the whisperings of April’s breath…
On that morning
alone,
in the first kiss of dawn,
I will die.
Second Person
As You Lie Dying
As you lie dying,
the shadow of a palm
outside your window
peeps in, enters,
slips across the comforter,
nestles in its folds,
covers your pain…
…Outside the window now
a murder of crows descends to feed.
Third Person
The Dead Woman Listens
The woman, dead, listens,
hears the sounds of falling
snow on marble or is it
alabaster? She cannot
recall the stone she chose,
cold, pure, unforgiving to
assaults of elements, to
words accusatory or de-
riding. Impervious is she
to all of these as she lies
wondering why they bother
to pretend to care.
Use of the first person in “And I Will Die” creates a greater sense of emotional intimacy because it is the poet, in her imagination, allowing insight into her experience. There is also a bit of a dreamy quality because the event has not yet occurred.
In the excerpt using second person, the writer is a witness to the event, although she is still emotionally involved. This allows her to relate it with a bit more objectivity, still using images from nature. The ending is harsher than in the first, imagined poem.
Finally, in the third person example, there is a certain detachment. The reader can assume that the dead woman isn’t even known to the poet and is clearly a product of her imagination. (This is an example of Marvin Bell’s Dead Man Poetry that may sneak into a future prompt, if I remember).
For today’s prompt, I would like you to write a poem using the first person–an apparent first person. Perhaps you will leave your reader wondering if you are actually the “person” of if this is a fictional character. I’d like to see you bring an event that may or may not be true. I even challenge you to assume an alter ego and to write a poem in the first person of someone whose point of view and life experience is diametrically opposed to your own. In this way, this will become an exercise, not only in use of the first person to create an intimate portrait of the character, but also a means to stretch your story-telling imagination.
Perhaps the first name in first person poetry is Walt Whitman. For inspiration here’s an excerpt from “Song of Myself.”
The smoke of my own breath,
Echoes, ripples, buzz’d whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine,
My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs,
The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-color’d sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn,
The sound of the belch’d words of my voice loos’d to the eddies of the wind,
A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms,
The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag,
The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides,
The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun
Here’s how to join us:
• Write your poem and post it on your blog or website;
• Access Mr. Linky at the bottom of this post and add your name and the direct URL to your submission;
• Spend time enjoying and commenting on the work of your fellow pubsters, especially those who have taken the time to do so for you.
• Enjoy your time writing and reading poetry.
For further inspiration, you may want to take the time to read Whitman’s poem in its entirety. It is not short, as you most likely know. You can find it here.
For dVerse, Meeting the Bar, this is Victoria. I look forward to reading your work.
Welcome, fellow poets. I hope you have fun slipping into an alter-ego…perhaps one you’ve always wanted to be. Or maybe one you would avoid no matter what. So go to first person and see what happens. I look forward to seeing who you come up with. Who knows…maybe you will show your true colors.
I think I want to slip into something entirely different now… 🙂
And so you did!
When I first started writing all my writing everything I wrote was third person.. actually I think it might have been the first time I wrote for dVerse when you had us writing 2nd person… now I find a great comfort in writing first person…. and actually prefer it.. a real challenge is to write first person from a real unsympathetic person like a rapist… but I have tried that too… I love this prompt and might try another before I head to bed.
I wrote a second.. more like a thought on first perspective… but it’s written in first…
I wrote my 1st novel in 1st person. An agent told me “everyone” wants 3rd person. Change the whole thing and totally lost the character and got plenty of rejection letters in returned. Changed it back to 1st person and got an agent with my 3rd query letter–same day. There’s a lesson in there somewhere.
I have a hard time getting myself out of the first person zone. I think we find the vessel that we feel comfortable in to express ourselves. I love this prompt although I didn’t rise up to all that we were challenged.
Having a snow day today gave me the rare opportunity to visit Mr.Linky early. Perhaps I’ll have time for another.
🙂
So glad you are enjoying the snow day and are here early!
The lesson is: Follow your heart and you did! ❤ I think most of us poetically is comfortable with first person – our way of saying, this is me, this is my heart….I like this prompt so much, I'm doing another.
Hi Victoria! I don’t think I could write a poem quite so long as the one by Walt Whitman! Does it have to be a completely new poem, or could it be a poem I wrote a while ago or even one I have already posted?
I’d say if you never posted it on dVerse, go ahead and share it with us. I doubt many of us would want to read a poem the length of Whitman’s–at least not here. We would never have time to comment on anyone else!
I really enjoyed your verses here you used for examples. Lovely. Thank you for sharing them along with your prompt.
You’re welcome.
i agree. Your excerpts were stunning, Victoria. The first person poem was haunting but so touching.
Thank you–I think the entire poem is somewhere on my blog under the title “And I will Die.”
I will definitely be checking it out. 🙂
You give us some good instruction and great examples of each “person”, Victoria…thank you. I wrote in another persona but certainly no one I would want to be. It’s an interesting exercise putting yourself within someone else’s thoughts and behaviors.
It was clear that you stepped outside of yourself, Gayle.
Oh yes, I think anyone who knows me knows that wasn’t me! :~)
Hi Victoria! Happy to be here after a night of dangerous wind shears and tornadoes. Grateful that all is intact although a few miles southeast of here, sadly a four member family perished. So grateful and glad to be here. I think most of us tend to write in first person. I have submitted a much longer than usual poem here today. I try to limit my poems to about 100 words, but this one grew like “Kudzu”. I will be catching up on commenting for Tuesday and later today for this prompt. Thank you so much!!!!
Because of damages and outages, internet is iffy today so it is catch as can. Hope everyone is well.
Goodness me, that sounds scary! Where are you?
Virginia….tough night for the state – east to west, north to south. Unusual event especially this early in the year.
I hope you are safe. Take care 😊
Thank you so much. Gratefully, all our area experienced by the end was some downed trees, power lines and hail damage. I am sad for that family and those who love them.
Oh, Toni–I thought of you and Brian Miller when I saw those storms on the news a short time ago. So tragic. And all too close to home.
We were in the middle part – the south west where Brian is and the south east got it worst….scary. Brad wakes me up in the middle of the night and says, I think I hear a tornado. I told him, if you think you hear one, then you don’t hear one and rolled back over asleep. I lived in TN during university and in april – tornado alley!!!! I learned the sound all too well and the look of the sky. sometime I should write of my close encounter with a tornado during spring break. And amaziningly, it is funny.
I lived in the Midwest for a while and know exactly what you mean…you just know when they are in the neighborhood…there’s a certain ominous feel. And, yes, you should write of that experience.
So sorry to hear of these damaging storms and the loss of lives, Toni. I’m glad you’re okay aside from internet and power outages. What’s so weird is that our area had a tornado touch down and hail reported too yesterday. Crazy!
Thank you Gayle. I am so saddened by the loss of life – it breaks my heart to hear of death like this and especially when it is a family and their toddler. I cried all day and prayed for their family and the people of that devastated town. Scary stuff.
I was wondering today how many of my poetical friends might be in the path of this. Thankful you are okay, and praying for those who have lost loved ones.
I always wonder that too when I know something bad happens in an area where I have friends and followers. Several years ago, a mudslide in WA had me in a frenzy until I heard several days later from my friend there that she was okay and not close to the incident – silent because of flu! I wanted to run across the US and hug her.
Yes! That’s the feeling exactly. Or fold the map.
HUGS.
We lived in Iowa for many years —- on 15 acres of land in a farm house for a while. You definitely know that tornado sound once you’ve been through one. Not the mythical magical things of Dorothy’s red sequined shoes! Stay careful….stay safe.
Must admit, in writing this poem, I found it easier to do, than my usual poems. Guess, I had a lot of negative experiences, which needed to be released. Am, not normally this type of person, who don’t get “what it means to suffer, from mental illness. As I suffer from chronic depression, various anxiety disorders and PTSD.
This is such a great prompt to write to, Victoria! Thank you! Hope everyone is doing well. Looking forward to reading your entries! 🙂
Looking forward to reading yours soon.
Hey everyone,
Hope you’re having a fabulous week so far 🙂 sharing my poem “Dulcet Death.” Thank you so much Victoria for this lovely opportunity!
This one’s for you! 🙂
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Welcome, Sanaa. Sorry I missed your prompt night–it’s been a bit of a crazy week for me.
That’s okay no worries 🙂
Just found this interesting prompt – thank you Victoria – but my eyelids are drooping towards midnight, I’ll try and write something in the morniing.
love,
ViV
Dors bien, Viv.
Can someone please delete my first entry. It is done wrong
Will do.
Late to the party. Cheers, to all.
Victoria, I love the Whitman you chose. Loved him in high school, and visit him every once in awhile for inspiration.
Busy day (my girl’s 13th birthday is today), but I will try to get around to a few before we turn in.
I’ve seen your FB postings on this – how beautiful. You wrote of the man with eyes like a lake – does she have her father’s eyes? I know you are so proud of her. Blessings to her!
She used to. She has these amazing hazel blue eyes now – blue rimmed in brown. And they’re still HUGE. 😉
And thank you, Toni. She’s a great kid. We are just on the cusp of the drama and teen nonsense, and so far she is handling herself very well.
Happy birthday to your daughter…I guess it’s a day late, heh? And glad you’re here, De.
I changed my mind and wrote something new, but I think it might be a little self-conscious – I’ve given too much away.
I think some of ourselves creeps into everything we write.
Victoria, I am sorry I am late to the party. I did like your prompt, but have been uninspired lately. Plus have been busy! (Sigh) I have come up with something now – finally. Thank you for tending bar…
Glad you made it, Mary. No need to apologize. Sometimes “uninspired” just takes over. We all know how that is. The thing is–you broke through.
Late to the party, but I’m here! I used to love dressing up as a kid. Once for my daughter’s birthday party, we played a dress-up game. I had exactly the number of big paper bags as attendees — and each was filled with some type of costume and accessories. The girls each chose a bag — then donned their apparel and we had a “fashion” show — the trick was, each girl had to “talk” as the person they took on with their dress-up clothes!
On the poetry side, I love trying on different first person voices who aren’t me….sort of like my old dress up days, right? 🙂
I loved dressing up too. My mom had 3 sisters and I had all her long, 1940’s style bridesmaid dresses to play in. Still can picture them.
ooooh 1940s…..now that would be a fun dress up party! 🙂
Thank you, for the challenge, Victoria! I will try to read as many as I can now but I’m off to see kittens…I will have lots of time tomorrow morning though! 🙂
Have fun with the kittens.
Thank you!! Finally back to poem-world and reading now…wow time does fly…thank you, for your reading and comment!
I found myself revisiting a favorite theme. I thank for the nudge (in the first person), Victoria.
I love being a nudger.
So many possibilities, but I’m tired from a busy ‘spring’ day’ in the PNW. We are fortunate…….so it’s late and I’ll catch up. Thanks for the study for meet the bar tonight. 🙂
Spring has a way of doing that to you. We are already in summer mode in the SoCal desert–90 degrees F predicted for most of the week. Yikes. And the drought goes on.
I have had two very difficult weeks so am playing catch up. It’s good to be back even though I am getting in just in time. Thank you, Victoria!
Glad you made it, Carol. I’m off to catch up in a few minutes, too.
🙂