Today we have the pleasure of welcoming a guest-blogger at our bar. Oloriel who is a great poet many of the wordpressers have come across. She is an occasional visitor to the bar, and often stun me with her words. You can find her blog at olorielmoonshadow.wordpress.com
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Greetings to one and all! Oloriel here, tending the poetics and the bar tonight.
One of the topics that marked my previous year, and melted into the current one, is definitely the topic of home. I was born, bred, raised and still live in the suburbs. There is things and emotions you notice, that differ, at least for me, when I travel from my place to another. Over the years there has been images that etched themselves in my head as “suburban things”. Recently, I have begun noticing and exploring how it is so very similar in poetry. I discovered poems characterized as Suburban poetry, and it is what I would like us to attempt tonight.
What makes a poem into a suburban poem? I would not want to go on a limb and define it myself, nor use some strict formula or definition. I would say it is the feel that the poem leaves, the difference in scenery, the constant physical and metaphysical presence of animals, wilderness, gardens, curtains. Combinations that seem esoteric, worded that way, whilst in a modern poem they would be a normal thing.
I have prepared this one poem to serve as an example of Suburban poetry. It is a poem called “Suburban” and is by Michael Blumenthal.
Suburban
Michael Blumenthal, 1949
Conformity caught here, nobody catches it,
Lawns groomed in prose, with hardly a stutter.
Lloyd hits the ball, and Lorraine fetches it.
Mom hangs the laundry, Fred, Jr., watches it,
Shirts in the clichéd air, all aflutter.
Conformity caught here, nobody catches it.
A dog drops a bone, another dog snatches it.
I dreamed of this life once, Now I shudder
As Lloyd hits the ball and Lorraine fetches it.
A doldrum of leaky roofs, a roofer who patches it,
Lloyd prowls the streets, still clutching his putter.
Conformity caught here, nobody catches it.
The tediumed rake, the retiree who matches it,
The fall air gone dead with the pure drone of motors
While Lloyd hits the ball, and Lorraine just fetches it.
The door is ajar, then somebody latches it.
Through the hissing of barbecues poets mutter
Of conformity caught here, where nobody catches it.
Lloyd hits the ball. And damned Lorraine fetches it.
How does one go about writing a suburban poem?
I would say, keep yourself emotionally in the suburbs, shed the characteristics of a modern environment. Be free, be strange.
I suggest including flora and fauna in your poem.
Rhyming and repetition do a great job at depicting the haziness of the suburbs
Think of motives of longing, melancholy and repeated cycles
When you post your poem, link up and don’t forget to read, comment and join me here at the bar. I am looking forward to experiencing your stories!
Biography: Oloriel is a poet and artist hailing from Belgrade, Serbia. She loves dreaming up things then making them happen, whilst also being a wife, mom, artist, photographer, translator and designer. Her greatest wish is to one day become a chef, and make the best pies in the world.
When you have written your poem, link it up on Mr Linky. Visit other poets and comment, and please leave a little comment here below. We love you all.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Welcome all, it’s so great to bring a guest to the bar, I hope you find the topic inspiring.. after all most of us have some experience with suburbs…
kim881 said:
Hi Oloriel! Lovely to see you hosting the Poets Pub! I’m just about to post a poem. Hope you like it!
Oloriel said:
Hello, I am looking forward to it! I am looking forward to a night of high quality and emotional reading!
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
You did raise the bar very high with your poem… love this…
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
I seem to have done something with Mr Linky … I hope to find it soon
kim881 said:
I can’t find Mister Linky, so here’s my link: https://writinginnorthnorfolk.com/2017/02/21/bus-ride-through-suburbia/
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Now Mr Linky is there
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
and I linked you up 🙂
kim881 said:
Thank you!
Grace said:
Well I am in too. Thanks for hosting Oloriel ~ I appreciate the tips also ~
Oloriel said:
Thank you for having me, Grace!
Grace said:
I will be reading the poems in a bit as I am going home now. I need time to digest the poems, wow!
Glenn Buttkus said:
Gosh, Bjorn–thans for linking me up, but I was so excited to find Mr. Linky I linked up before I realized I was already there; my bad. Just dump one of the links please.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
🙂 I thought since I messed it up I was going to link you up
Oloriel said:
Greetings, everyone! I am a tad bit late, was expecting the post to go live at 10!
Hope everyone has fun with the prompt, and I am here and most welcoming your suburb tales!
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Ha.. me and time-zones… somewhere in the world it’s 10 PM.
Oloriel said:
It was close, 9:39 now! 🙂
Oloriel said:
Reblogged this on Color me in Cyanide and Cherry and commented:
Tonight, I am hosting the prompt at dVerse, the topic of poetics being Suburban Poetry. Come and join us!
erbiage said:
Hello all. Thank you for the prompt, probably one of the last topics I ever would have written about. Love the challenge!
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
There is a first for everything
Oloriel said:
I am so glad to hear this. You posted a fantastic poem, I hope you enjoyed exploring the atmosphere of Suburbs through verse!
erbiage said:
Fascinating what we humans envision, design, build and inflict on each other, how that vision fails to meet it’s mark, disappoints or is misused, and how we finally adapt and somehow manage to thrive. Thank you Oloriel.
Sanaa Rizvi (@rizvi_sanaa) said:
Loved the prompt, Oloriel 🙂 I have recently moved to Kuala Lumpur and am residing in Petaling Jaya which is a suburban area ❤️ I enjoyed writing to this!
Thank you Bjorn for hosting alongside 🙂 good to see you!❤️
Oloriel said:
Thank you for joining us, Sanaa!
I really loved the gentle, inviting scenery of your poem, so I hope you are enjoying building up a life in Kuala Lumpur, and that it always stays magickal for you!
Sanaa Rizvi (@rizvi_sanaa) said:
Thank you 🙂 Cheers!🍹
paul scribbles said:
I have visited KL 4 times in the last 2 years and even been to Petaling Jaya…small world. Love the City.
Sanaa Rizvi (@rizvi_sanaa) said:
Good to know!🍹
paul scribbles said:
I plan to be there again this summer if the program I hope to run fills up.
sarahsouthwest said:
Nice prompt. Looking forward to some reading.
Oloriel said:
Thank you, I do hope you enjoy reading!
frankhubeny said:
I’ve added one about my memory of a suburb where we lived for a few years over a decade ago.
Oloriel said:
Thank you for sharing your memories with us. I love that your memories are gentle, warm and made me smile.
paul scribbles said:
Late to the bar and dashing off quickly…I went City which I guess is not suburbs but possibly sub-URBAN 😉 Thanks for hosting Oloriel. Will catch up on comments later.
Oloriel said:
Thank you for writing with us! Suburbs are different now than when they are used to, and I found your poem gritty and fast paced, so it definitely fits in!
paul scribbles said:
Thank You. Gritty is a good word to describe the Cities I have occupied in my time, namely Manchester and Glasgow.
Sangbad said:
Imelda said:
Hi, Bjorn. It is nice to meet Oloriel here. She is indeed a talented poet. To this day, I still remember her poem about her and her grandmother (and the childhood recollections she wove around herself and her grandmother baking in the kitchen). 🙂
lillian said:
So so late to the party!!! Just posted mine….as opposed to another also posted today with photos of Bermuda, entitled Seascape. Me thinks I prefer the seascape to the suburban! Only 6 more days in Bermuda….sigh. On to reading from haibun Monday and Tuesday’s poetics. Out and about hiking yesterday so didn’t get to it! Shall go to imbibe now! Happy Wednesday, on Poetics Tuesday’s chat!
Janice said:
Suburb poetry is an interesting theme. Rereading your thoughts and Blumenthal’s poem I’m not sure if I quite captured the genre you had in mind, but the prompt did inspire me to write so that is a good thing. Thank you 🙂
equipsblog said:
Reminds me of a late fall day, when the high color of October has resided and the brown leaves of November are tumbling from the trees. Not depressing, but muted. En enjoyed reading it.
aimeemallory said:
I hope you don’t mind. I think I will share this to Facebook and you should join Allpoetry.com I write there. It is a terrific site.
Much Compassion Your Fellow Writer,
Aimee Mallory