Poetry Friday: Collaborative Poem and Information About the Cybils

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Do you know about “The Time is Now”, from Poets and Writers? It’s a weekly email, with a great little column Poetry Prompt filled with inspiration. Back in February there was this prompt:

Text Me

Send a line of poetry to a friend via text message or e-mail and ask her to compose a line in response. Collaborate on drafting a poem in this way, building it line by line until you both agree that it’s reached its end. Using the final product as a draft, revise the poem and have your friend do the same. Compare your final drafts.

So I contacted Mary Lee Hahn and we began a joint poem. We didn’t do the “consider the final product as a draft” but I might in the future.

Here’s our collaborative poem:

At the Edge of Spring

It bites, the wind
Blown down from North
Howling like a freight train

It stings, the snow
Sidewinder flakes
Coiling, hissing, striking

A family huddled
‘neath a pine
Singing into the wind

The song of spring
Melting winter’s grip
Their faces turned toward the sun

© Jone Rush MacCulloch, Mary Lee Hahn, 2013

CALLING ALL POETRY LOVERS

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Go to the CYBILS to apply.

Poetry Friday is hosted by Betsy of I Think in Poems .

Happy Friday.
Happy Poetry.
MsMac

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13 thoughts on “Poetry Friday: Collaborative Poem and Information About the Cybils

  1. Love this post, Jone. I once did a collaborative poem with a stranger I met in a bar – we wrote our poetry in a piece of napkin. He provided one line while I wrote another; we didn’t know where the poem was headed, but it made for a pretty good read afterwards. Your post reminded me that I should do more of that. 🙂

  2. What fun! Now I need to find a poetry buddy to try this with. I also appreciate the info. on the P&W newsletter. I like the parallelism between the first lines on the first 2 stanzas, It bites, the wind/It stings, the snow.

  3. Fun exercise! I did that once at a park with a friend. It was an interesting way to get the poetic juices flowing. Like your title — your poem makes winter seem like it has some sharp edges with all that biting and hissing.

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