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line breaks
December 2024  -  Issue #329

I was reading an anthology of short poems and was paying attention not only to their brevity but to their line breaks.

In Rae Armantrout’s poem “Unbidden," her use of short lines in conjunction with enjambment contribute to a sense of disjointedness.
The ghosts swarm
They speak as one
person. Each
loves you. Each
has left something
undone

Line breaks are one of the main things that separate prose and poetry. They give poems their slim who-cares-about-margins appearance.(We will pass on talking about prose poems for the moment.)

Enjambment is where the poet deliberately breaks a sentence across multiple lines before its natural finishing point. End-stops are the opposite of enjambed lines in that an end-stopped line contains complete thoughts, phrases, or sentences.You can usually tell a poetic line is end-stopped if there is punctuation at the end. The punctuation could be internal (e.g. comma, semi-colon, colon, em dashes), or external (e.g. period, exclamation mark, question mark).These lines give the reader logical moments to pause at the line break. It is used in many traditional poems and it supports poetic forms using rhyme and meter.

William Carlos Williams' "The Red Wheelbarrow" is a modernist poem originally published without a title. It was designated "XXII" in Williams' 1923 book Spring and All, a hybrid collection which incorporated alternating selections of free verse and prose

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens

Notice that to maintain his very short, two-line stanzas Williams breaks two words that could be together - wheelbarrow and rainwater.

Line breaks create white space in the text and are one way that poets can exercise a greater degree of control over the speed and rhythm that you read. It is unlike our everyday language and unlike prose literature.

Personally, I find it annoying when poems have breaks that seem to be used simply to keep line lengths the same - almost like a margin. It is possible a poet will do that in order to create a shape for the poem. There are good reasons to break a line. There is no rule book but consideration should be given to the first and last words: Avoid having weak words at the beginning or end of lines. For example, action verbs and nouns tend to be strong.

"Fire and Ice" by Robert Frost has strong end words: fire, ice, desire,twice, hate, great, suffice. (Although I find that breaking a line on "ice" - "To say that for destruction ice / Is also great" - seems more in service of the rhyme than the line break. Sorry, Robert).

"Dreams" by Langston Hughes is a good example of end-stopped lines that each contain a complete thoughts, phrases or sentences.

Our two model poems by two very different poets are both 9 lines / 8 line breaks. This month's call for submissions is for a 9-line poem on any topic of your choosing. Stanza breaks are another consideration - one stanza, 4X2, 3X3 or any combination. The key here is for you (and the editors) to pay special attention this month to line breaks. Whether enjambed or end-stopped, each of your 8 breaks should be logical and pushing us to read in a particular way with a particular attention. Sounds easy. It is not.


Robert Frost was known for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech, Frost frequently wrote about settings from rural life in New England in the early 20th century, using them to examine complex social and philosophical themes.
Langston Hughes was an American poet, social activist, novelist, playwright, and columnist from Joplin, Missouri. One of the earliest innovators of the literary art form called jazz poetry, Hughes is best known as a leader of the Harlem Renaissance.


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SPECIAL DELIVERY

Last night, a late November storm
dumped heavy snow on leafless trees,
bushes dense with small red berries
A dull backyard, magically transformed
into a classic winter scene,
white, set against red fruit and evergreen
Mother Nature’s Christmas card,
delivered early, at no charge, except,
here and there, some broken branches

Frank Kelly



PONYTAIL

On the way back east after my collegiate fail
I stopped in Lake Forest to seek solace
from my old high school girlfriend who had spent
her freshman year as someone else.

She said, you’re braiding that ponytail now?
It’s not a good look. Let me help you —
which is what I was after, why I was there —
and reached for her scissors.
There, she said, holding it up. Feel better?

Rob Friedman



SPIRIT MOON

In dark of long nights they roam
the rough paths I mow, calling this
our land, our home. And they
have lived here all along, unseen,
unknown by name: coyote, fox,
and bear. Tonight I call them
as the moon breaks through cloud,
revealing signs and pawprints
written in the cryptic script of myth.

Taylor Graham



TRUE LOVE

When I asked Alexa to marry
Me, she wasn't prepared to say
Either 'yay; or nay. So, I said "'Okay!
Let's just stay good friends...

You can play my favourite songs
Relate the weather forecast, along
With relevant local traffic conditions,
Answer all my endless boring, pointless questions
Until the very end!"

John Botterill



ON A BREAK

Fifteen minutes away from our desks
when some would have coffee
or a pre-lunch snack or gossip,
someone’s birthday cake in the afternoon
and my weekday one-cigarette break,
while a few go out for air or steps.
Retired, I still find myself at 10 and 3
feeling the pull or the need to step away
from the daylong break that is my life.

Lianna Wright



FEAR

When Fear offers to give you its name: listen carefully
hold the door open
hold out your hands
throw down the red carpet and take off your shoes
offer it a seat with velvet cushions
the cat for its lap
uncork the fine wine
bring in the children
and the treasure box from under the bed.

Patty Joslyn


31 DECEMBER

icy breath, ancient stars,
dogs and wind howl

chorus of footsteps and whispers
ghostly in snowfall

spirit smoke at midnight
inside hearth's death

whiskey blaze in shadows deep
breath visible, heartbeat,
reverie without sleep

Lily Hana Hayashi



CATCH ME I'M FALLING

You reached out to me
I thought you would
catch me
but you let me fall
head over
heels
to crash
land there
with no hope or glory.

Lynn White



SARAH’S KIDS

Early November, my daughter, a teacher, called me
Seeking solace over two high school students lost
To suicide
Over fear of being sent back
To what some might call a shit hole of a country
From a new home where they no longer saw refuge or a future
But where hope and promise, milk and honey
Sour once again by division and hatred
Congealing like an angry red mass devouring innocent blood

Terri J. Guttilla



A HAIKU, A TANKA, A SOLITARY LINE

A monarch circles
The palm, then lands on a frond
And closes her wings.

With twilight, the time
Arrives to discern the shift
From the hectic rush,
To pause in the warm branches.
There the moon beams will lead us

To the place of true repose.

Rose Anna Higashi