Example poetry

Peninsula Poetry: David Clowers – Door County Pulse

After his family camped in Peninsula State Park in the 1950s, David Clowers bought 30 acres of Door County Woods in 1976, then moved into a small self-built cabin in 2001.

He earned a BA in English Language, History, and Literature from Kalamazoo College and received the Rackham Scholarship for a master’s degree from the University of Michigan before teaching English for three years at Drake University. He also attended law school at the University of Chicago, then practiced law for 50 years in Milwaukee and Sturgeon Bay.

Clowers pursued his interest in teaching by leading groups at Columbia–St. Mary’s Hospital in Milwaukee and teaching poetry and drama for Door County Learning in Retirement. He has also performed locally with Isadoora and Rogue Theater and sits on the boards of Door Shakespeare and Rogue Theatre.

Clowers’ poems have appeared in numerous publications, received honorable mentions in several Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets competitions, and won half a dozen honorable mentions in previous Hal Prize competitions, with his poem “Delicious” taking the top spot. second place. He has also self-published two collections, I get rid of my three-piece birthday suit and Doggysattva Love.

What is your writing routine?

I start the writing process as soon as I open my eyes in the morning. Ideas for new poems, or new ways to express something I’ve already written, often come with first light, but the mechanical part of the writing, which uses my laptop, begins after breakfast. Although I could start a poem at any time, or even on the back of an envelope or in the margins of a newspaper – whatever is convenient – using a laptop to do the actual assembly work of a finished poem is essential for me as I continually make changes and move the text around.

If I’m working on something for a contest, I’ll work on that poem, or those poems, for an hour or more, interspersing short breaks to read the news between actual efforts to revise my work. These pauses give me a little critical distance so that I have a fresh look to come back to the text. If I don’t have a deadline, I go through lists of older poems to see if there’s anything I’d like to review or revise.

What do most poorly written poems have in common?

To my way of thinking, telling rather than showing the reader what the poem is about is the most common flaw of bad poetry, but the second is choosing a topic that the reader will find hard to relate to. Unless you know how to make your personal experiences relevant to your reader, it’s probably best not to tell us about the leftover chicken you ate for lunch or your infected big toe.

What do most well-written poems have in common?

The most important thing for me would be the element of surprise: the poet has found a way to say something different about his subject, to say something in a different way and to offer the reader a new way of understanding his subject.

Is it important to understand the meaning of the poem or that the reader can “solve” it?

I will preface what I am about to say on this issue by first identifying two different styles of poetic expression, identifying the poem’s intended audience, and then stating my personal bias about what a poet should try to do.

First, poetry arrives as an oral tradition. Early epics were spoken or sung, and their sound and rhythmic effects were essential mnemonic devices. Today, poetry and hip-hop and rap music carry on this ancient tradition.

Opposed to this type of ‘performative poetry’ is what I call ‘page poetry’, and this is a more recent development – one in which the poet uses the spacing and/or dense linguistic juxtapositions to convey its subject.

When you start writing, you choose your audience. If your target audience is someone who does the NYT Sunday crossword, do [the reader] work, and maybe send your things to the New Yorker or a quarterly published by a university.

However, if you want to communicate with the average poetry reader, stick to relevant topics that are stated in a relevant way. Mary Oliver and Ted Kooser come to mind as good examples of this kind of poetry.

What book are you reading at the moment?

The hotel of God by Victoria Sweet: a critical look at America’s health care system from the perspective of a physician who studied and now tries to apply the ideas of Hildegard of Bingen, a medieval healer who was also a musician, mystic, and nun.

Peninsula Poetry is a monthly column hosted by the Door County Poets Collective, a 12-member task force that was formed to publish Polls: Door County in Poetry in 2015 and continues to meet.


Breakfast at Kimz Café in March

Just this much is all I get this morning:
one-half Kimz Skillet Special,
a day cold enough to be January 
and a pale sun that’s shining
on the other side of the street.

But while I’m sitting alone
in Kimz Café, my waitress –
who has blue stars tattooed 
all over the bare skin of her chest –
asks me if there is 
anything more I want.
Immigrant Poetry

Poems are not places:
they’re travelers 
to new destinations, 
diasporas of words
seeking new comprehension.
Like Coffin Ship Irish
who were starved to their bones, 
poems arrive hungry 
for your fresh perception, 
but then like Norse farmers 
who went Viking in season,
poems ravish your senses	
past prosaic reason
of how you will feel when 
you welcome them 
home.
When the Judge Said

When the judge said,
Will the defendant please rise?
in court this morning, 
for some reason I thought of bread. 

But in criminal court there are no sweet rolls,
only gritty dough ready for baking 
inside prisons like Redgranite or Waupun
where gray stone, steel bars, and 
iron gates make strange stoves
that when their doors clang shut, 
you understand why they call these ovens 
Slammers.

They bake unevenly,
leave hard crusts on tough, 
coarse loaves, and when 
they’re sent back, 
still hot, to the city, 
they will probably become, 
for everyone concerned, 
very hard to digest.
Critique of Pure Reason

An intellectual is a person who has discovered
something more interesting than sex. Aldous Huxley

While my hands are fidgeting on your back
I think about Jung saying 
that if you showed him a sane man 
he would cure him for you,
which makes me wonder if 
anyone who is sane can ever love, 
because love means losing yourself in your lover.  

Le petit mort, the French call it,
but then they always seem to have love 
on the table with red wine and a crisp baguette, 
and Brecht might have been talking about love, 
as well, I suppose, when he said, 
First, feed the face, and then talk right and wrong.

But I think I’ve lost my place, my love.
Please take me around that curve on your body
that makes me stop thinking about everything, 
and puts me in touch with my hands.
Delicious

Since God expelled his first two students
for learning, should we assume
ignorance is the only way 
to understand creation?

I’d still want to know
what rain wants when it falls.
What that dead fox, 
lying by the side of the road,
wanted from the other side,
and why passion cooled
into the glacier that flowed
across the face of my wife.

So now, Eve, please tell me.
How does this apple taste to you?
The Speed Limit of the Universe

The speed limit of the universe
is supposed to be the speed of light.
And I guess it is if you want to know
how fast a photon can travel.  
But what about information 
in the universe?  
How fast does that go?

Let me tell you a story.
My love was in London and
I called to say I was on my way
but wished I was already there, 
not half a continent 
and an ocean away. 

You are here, she began,
as I felt something slide
down across my shirt 
right over my heart.
I even looked to see.
That’s when she said,
I’m in your pocket, Luv!


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