We are pleased to have a guest host for today’s Poetics, Tricia Sankey.
Welcome to dVerse Poetics Tuesday. For tonight’s Poetics, I want to explore the theme of risk. This could be –
tackling difficult subjects
laying bare a personal struggle in vivid detail
writing on any topic as long the word “risk” is used (perhaps the risk we take falling in love)
exploring a new writing form that you may find “risky” or unconventional
I’ve included a few poems on risk below to get us started:
To laugh is to risk appearing a fool. To weep is to risk appearing sentimental. To reach out to another is to risk involvement. To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self. To place your ideas and dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss. To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure. But risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
“RISK” BY ANAÏS NIN
And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
The following poem is a little longer but is a great example of an award-winning poet who takes risks in his writing.
I will not shoot myself
In the head, and I will not shoot myself
In the back, and I will not hang myself
With a trashbag, and if I do,
I promise you, I will not do it
In a police car while handcuffed
Or in the jail cell of a town
I only know the name of
Because I have to drive through it
To get home. Yes, I may be at risk,
But I promise you, I trust the maggots
Who live beneath the floorboards
Of my house to do what they must
To any carcass more than I trust
An officer of the law of the land
To shut my eyes like a man
Of God might, or to cover me with a sheet
So clean my mother could have used it
To tuck me in. When I kill me, I will
Do it the same way most Americans do,
I promise you: cigarette smoke
Or a piece of meat on which I choke
Or so broke I freeze
In one of these winters we keep
Calling worst. I promise if you hear
Of me dead anywhere near
A cop, then that cop killed me. He took
Me from us and left my body, which is,
No matter what we’ve been taught,
Greater than the settlement
A city can pay a mother to stop crying,
And more beautiful than the new bullet
Fished from the folds of my brain.
If you are new to the dVerse, here’s how to take part:
· Write a poem in response to the challenge.
· Read and comment on other poets’ work – we all come here to have our poems read.
· Please link back to dVerse from your site/blog.
· Comment and participate in our discussion below, if you like. We are a friendly bunch of poets.
· Have fun.
About our guest host:
Tricia Sankey is a Freelance Writer and Editor who enjoys blogging at www.triciasankey.com and tweeting her micropoetry @triciasankey. She’s traveled the United States as an Army Wife and received an MFA in Writing from Lindenwood University along the way! Her poetry and microfiction can be found on sites such as Red Wolf Journal and 50-Word Stories. Her short stories have placed in contests, most notably the L. Ron Hubbard Writers of the Future Contest.