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Inspiration

With summer vacation up-and-coming, today you may write a poem about the excitement you may have for the promise of summer. You may want to make it silly, thinking about the play that awaits, or you may write in a more serious tone, imagining what fissure it will fill or wound it will heal.

Poem Ideas

Need an idea for your summer poem?

  • Search images for a picture, and describe the scene. What are the people in the photo thinking? Are they happy, sad, excited?
  • Describe your favorite summer activity.
  • Write about some of your favorite childhood (or grown-up) summer memories.
  • If you’re reading a book that takes place in the summer, try using your book as inspiration.
  • How you prepare to do one of your summer hobbies? Take us through the ritual from an insider’s perspective: food, clothing, routine, superstitions, gathering equipment, setting up comfort, putting on your gear, tuning your bicycle.

Form Suggestion (but, of course, poem as you wish)

Now try writing this in TANKA form, a Japanese verse (similar to the Haiku) with five lines and 31 syllables: 5-7-5-7-7.

  • Think of one or two images from your topic and describe them in concrete terms – taste, touch, texture, color, sound. Write that in two lines.
  • For the third line, state the importance of that moment: all your joy, an escape, pride, comfort, freedom, peace, anxiety, safety, pain. This is a pivot line.
  • For the fourth and fifth line, reflect on what the speaker feels and thinks in this moment: wondering, pondering, asking, hoping, worrying, wishing.
  • To test the pivot line, you can flip the first two and the last two lines. It should make sense either way, but you, as the poet, can decide which sequence more resonates.

Sarah’s Tanka

Take my hand. Let’s climb
the sand dune of rejection,
pushing hurt with toes
kicking up woes. Chin up. Take
the blows with grace, smiles ‘pon face.

Reverse Tanka:

Kicking up woes. Chin up. Take
the blows with grace, smiles `pon face.
Pushing hurt with toes,
take my hand. Let’s climb
the sand dunes of rejection.

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Alex

SUMMER TANKA
Nature’s symphony
Sips coffee in the backyard.
The first C slides up,
Each octave tells its story.
The tonic strummed in glory.

REVERSE TANKA
Each octave tells its story.
The tonic strummed in glory.
The first C slides up,
Nature’s symphony
Sips coffee in the backyard.

Mo Daley

Alex, you’ve really created a sense of calm and peacefulness for me with this poem. I can’t wait for summer break!

Susie

Alex, this is cool. I really like these music details…a C slide…octave. It really give the ease of summer, smooth movement. Favorite line: “tonic strummed in glory.” Aah, seems to wash over me. Thanks, Susie

kim johnson

I picture a porch swing – someone listening so intently to the sounds of each trilling voice in the symphony and appreciating the differences of each voice and story. For me, this poem speaks to the love of diversity and the need for ALL voices to enrich the symphony.

Jackie J

Coming late to the party, but very much interested in this monthly opportunity. Thanks!

SUMMER TANKA

Whizzz and whirrr and zzzinnng,
Iridescent lightning flash,
A hummer hovers
Just long enough for me to
Glimpse my life in that moment.

REVERSE TANKA

Just long enough for me to
Glimpse my life in that moment,
A hummer hovers.
Whizzz and whirr and zzzinnng,
Iridescent lightning flash.

Mo Daley

Iridescent lighting flash is a perfect image for a hummingbird! Just lovely.

Jackie J

Sarah — “…our expectations inform our reading.” Do they ever!!! That two-second-long visit of the hummingbird at our living room window reminded me that life, birth to death, is just an instant in the total scheme of things. You read it as possibilities of present and future – a staggering difference. Not to mention Hummer versus hummer. Wow, what splendid examples of reader expectations, or generational points of view, or of how carefully or carelessly we communicate. Thank you for helping me think about all these things!

Susie Morice

Hey, Jackie — Sorry I was so slow to respond to this. Summer is zzzinnng-ing like the lightning! I think its interesting how the reverse tanka really does open a different sensation, putting the focus immediately on you and how the summer sensory images halt you for that moment. I think I like the second one better, but I actually like both. We’ve had so much lightning that it reminded me to pay attention. And hummers, well, I love me some hummers. 🙂 Cool! Thanks, Sooze

kim johnson

A beautiful reminder of how quickly the moments of life pass and how we catch glimpses of this time perspective – like a lightning flash – in the simplest moments that spark reflection. I love that you used a hummingbird for imagery and some onomatopoeia and alliteration and metaphor all so creatively in this poem.

Susie Morice

AT SEVEN (tanka)

Shed the shoes, school socks;
cool feet in summer grasses;
free to run the woods,
flash firefly rings on fingers;
Milky Way nights — giddy glee.

AT ELEVEN (no tanka, danke)

Perched on the bluff
o’er rural route two,
beggar’s lice matted on my cuffs,
I teased with the voices inside my head,
poking queries:

what lay beyond the farthest rise
of the gravel road
and lonely fields of corn and wheat
and dust and heat,
where and who
would I be,

would I look back
in cold rebuff
of where once I dreamed
of being somewhere,
someone
else?

by Susie Morice

Mo Daley

Wow! The moods are so different. I had to reread the second poem because it wasn’t what I was expecting. Kudos for the beggar’s lice image! Powerful.

Kim

Profoundly moving – at seven, just loving the moments, not looking behind or ahead. At eleven, beginning to question things beyond the moment. Love your time shift and perspective shift.

Susie Morice

Thanks, Kim & Sarah & Mo — That time shift was a big deal to me as a kid… I was so in love with the freedom of the farm when I was little, and then, boom, I began to want so much more than the social isolation that was part of farm life for me. We moved to St. Louis the day after I finished 6th grade… I was so full of anticipation at that shift…so ready for a world beyond the farm. I thought to try a tanka for the 11th year, but it was a time so chocked full of complexity that I had to carry on with more words. I love how these prompts seem to push me beyond the moment when I first read them. I’m sure glad we are doing this through the year! Susie

Linda Mitchell

Thanks for adding your invite to facebook. I love prompts like these for morning writing sessions. They wake me up!

flip flop tanka

happy flip flops slap
under a new summer sun
two feet free from shoes
flip to the pool or ice cream?
love sunny places to go

Kim

Love the flip flop slap repeating p sounds and the free from shoes fr sound and the ice cream just seals the deal!

Mo Daley

This one is meant to be read aloud, Linda! Well done!

Susie Morice

Linda — that sensation of slapping on your feet comes across loud and clear … indeed, very auditory (“flip flops slap … two feet free … ” ) This is fun, as I wrote about happy feet as well! Summer and happy feet fit together so well! Thanks for joining in on the monthly poem effort! Susie

Mo Daley

Strasbourg Cathedral
Cool inside pink sandstone walls
The city gathers
Light floods in offering grace
Longing for memories

Reverse Tanka

Longing for memories
Light floods in offering grace
The city gathers
Cool inside pink sandstone walls
Strasbourg Cathedral

Kim

Your mention of light flooding in offering grace is rich with imagery – like the hand of God comforting one of his children. I love this!

Susie Morice

Hi, Mo — I like this one in both directions. Cool tanka work! I particularly like the sense of the city gathering amidst the grace of light. Thanks, Susie

Allison Sirovy

“Summer Storm”

Off in the distance,
Lightning crackles and sizzles.
Adrenaline rush –
Mama Bird swiftly flies home,
Hunkers down with her babies.

In reverse

“Summer Storm”

Mama Bird swiftly flies home,
Hunkers down with her babies.
Adrenaline rush –
Off in the distance,
Lightning crackles and sizzles.

Kim

Rich with imagery – – I can see the bird swiftly flying home and protectively hunkering down across her nested babies. Onomatopoeia with the lightning crackling and sizzling adds to the sensory effects, and feeling the adrenaline rush from the mama bird’s perspective helps us sense the urgency that she feels. Love a summer storm!

Glenda M. Funk

Love the sounds in this tanka: sizzles, crackles. I have a vision of the nest as a protective structure and the Mima bird comforting and protecting her babies. I miss those summer storms but know the threats they pose, too. I can see the lightening in the distance lighting up the sky.

Mo Daley

Allison, your onomatopoeia is great! Which do you prefer, the original or the reverse? I like your original tanka a little bit more. ?

Glenda M. Funk

“Road Biking Freedom”

Road biking freedom:
Gentle breeze whispers through spokes.
Summer rays kiss cheeks.
Asphalt road greets pumping feet.
Mountains rise to meet blue sky.

After writing this I read it backwards and think I prefer it in reverse.

Mountains rise to meet blue sky.
Asphalt road greets pumping feet.
Summer rays kiss cheeks.
Gentle breeze whispers through spokes—
Road biking freedom.

Allison Sirovy

Mountains rise to meet blue sky . . . Perfect! (I also agree – reverse is better.)

Kim

Glenda,
What wonderful movement in this poem. Every line has some kind of contact. I feel the rising and falling of mountains and sky in line 1, the rising and falling of feet on pedals in line 2, the contact of sun rays on cheeks, the contact of breeze and spokes spinning, and the contact of bike wheels on the road in lines 3, 4, and 5. It makes me feel like I’m going somewhere…….and I’m so ready to go! Fun movement in this one! I, too, prefer it in reverse because it works kind of like a mystery until the end.

Mo Daley

I’m a fan of your reverse tanka, too. I can feel those summer rays about to kiss my cheeks!

Susie Morice

Hi, Glenda — I agree with your choice… the reverse tanka lets us work up to the sense of freedom in that last line. As a biker myself, I LOVED the sensory details of the asphalt and pumping feet and breeze that “kisses cheeks” and still “whispers through spokes” (I can hear that whisper). Biking has wonderful freedom. I am a Katy Trail veteran, a RAGBRAI (Iowa veteran), and I love the Raccoon River Trail near Des Moines. Since I retired, biking is a big part of my life. This summer I’m heading to Santa Fe to ride on the Old Santa Fe Trail for a stretch north of town. I’ll be thinking of your reverse tanka when I ride! Thanks, Susie

Glenda M. Funk

Sarah, I haven’t heard of a reverse Tanks, but I like it. I also love the breezy long O sounds in your poem and the image of sand dunes pushed by toes.
—Glenda

Kim

estuary sanctuary

escape from the world and breathe
salt air, warm sun, gentle breeze
peaceful tidal creeks
from Goulds Inlet to East Beach
summer kayaking

Kim

It’s a favorite place – that’s neat that you Googled it!
In your poem, I enjoy the rhyming pairs and trio that you used – – hand, sand; face, grace; toes, woes, blows. The emotion in this one is real – – rejection. It’s a lot like hitting a sand dune, as things just stop cold there until we get out of the pit.

Glenda M. Funk

Kim, this estuary sounds heavenly. I’ve only kayaked in the ocean once, but the imagery in your poem—salt air, warm sun, gentle breeze—make me long for the coast.
—Glenda

Allison Sirovy

Escape from the world and breathe. This gives me hope that summer will come! 🙂

Mo Daley

Your opening line is just lovely!

Susie Morice

Hi, Kim — Oh boy, this tanka makes me want to do this! I haven’t kayaked in a long time… you took me right back to the experience. “Salt air, warm sun, gentle breeze” really lets me “escape.” Cool! Susie