LITR 3731: Creative Writing
Student Poetry Submission 2005

Karen Daniel

Final Draft:

Antique Lace

Handkerchiefs, scarves, costume jewelry.

Richly framed portraits

of a 50’s debutante.

Carefully preserved lace--

remembrances of past revelry.

The softly lingering,

almost sensuous scent,

that permeates clothing,

carefully chosen,

once cherished…

 

and a comfort to us that are left behind.

 

But it's not enough

to portray the woman;

a daughter, wife, mother,

grandmother, and friend;

with incessant vibrancy,

delicate elegance.

Her courage to fight for life

that was found

in her religious conviction,

and the never ebbing

devotion of my father…

 

in the perfectly planned suburban life.

 

Holding hands,

cuddling on the couch.

Physical proof

of the strength

of the marriage

of the two,

Southern Louisiana,

Catholic school kids,

that lasted forever,

growing stronger…

 

and ending much too soon.

 

Favorite recipes

improperly prepared at holidays.

Family celebrations

lacking luster

taken for granted

in wonderfully carefree

cozy childhoods.

A life relegated to antiquated articles,

cherished and blended eternally

with tender memories of our mother.

 


Revision Process: 

I got the idea for this poem after Bonnie and I had a discussion of things that reminds us of our mothers and grandmothers that have passed away.  We were talking about things like smells and small articles and foods.  I went to class afterwards and was still pondering this when the first stanza sort of just formed in my mind and I wrote it down.  Later I added the second and fourth stanzas at home, but I still like the first stanza the best.  I actually surprised myself as I had not written a poem in 20 years and was surprised at how much I enjoyed doing it again. 

I first showed the poem to Bonnie and a few other students that are in some of my Literature classes.  They all liked it a lot and said that it made them think of their families, in particular their grandmothers.  I then shared it with Dr. Gorman to get his feedback, as he is an excellent resource for poetry.  He said that he liked it a lot, and that it had really good rhythm, but suggested that I take some words out and switch the order of two of the phrases.  I did this before presenting it to the class.  When I sent my second draft to my respondent, she also liked it a lot but was concerned about some of the words in it and stated that some people may not understand the language.  She also liked the title I came up with but then later said she thought it was not representative of the content of the poem.  She did state that having the same number of lines in each stanza showed a lot of organization of thought about the person I was writing about, and Dr. White said he was surprised that it was free form since it was so organized.  I thought a lot about this and really decided that I did not want it to seem as though my thoughts were settled and organized because my memories and feelings about my mother's death are not organized and settled.  That is one of the reasons I changed the structure of the stanzas.  The most common comments from the class were about word choice, especially in the first line of the second stanza.  I changed this in an attempt to make it less abstract and clearer.  This stanza had the most changes in it.  I wanted to try to make it more real and less abstract.  I am not sure I accomplished this, and might change it more after getting more feedback from classmates.  I also changed the first line in the last stanza to make it clearer and to develop more consonance.  No one in class seemed to like the word "perpetually" in the last line, so I changed that also.  The most major change I made was to add a new stanza to the poem after Dr. White suggested I bring in some information about my parents relationship and background.  I also added the single lines in between the stanzas to try and bring the stanzas together better.  Since they all address different aspects I thought this would help it to flow from one point to another. 

The changes seemed to please the people who read it and most of them liked it better.  I am not sure that I am done with this poem though.  I think the third (newest) stanza may need further development, and I may make some more word changes.  I have submitted the second draft of this poem for publication in the Marrow but now wish I had waited until the third version was finished as I like it a lot more after making the changes the class suggested.  I am pretty happy with it overall but see myself making further changes to it before I think it is done. 


 

Original:

Handkerchiefs, scarves, and costume jewelry

Richly framed portraits of a 50’s debutante

Carefully preserved lace, remembrances of past revelry

The almost sensuous, softly lingering scent

that permeates clothing, once cherished, carefully chosen.

 

Insufficient representations of a woman,

a daughter, wife, Mother, Gran, and friend.

Incessant vibrancy tempering delicate elegance

Inspiring courage found in religious conviction

and the never ebbing devotion of my Father.

 

Favorite recipes inadequately prepared at holidays

Family celebrations lacking the luster taken for granted

in wonderfully carefree cozy childhoods.

A life relegated to antiquated articles, cherished

and blended perpetually with tender memories of our Mother.

 

 

First Revision:

Handkerchiefs, scarves, costume jewelry.

Richly framed portraits of a 50’s debutante.

Carefully preserved lace--remembrances of past revelry.

The softly lingering, almost sensuous scent

that permeates clothing, carefully chosen, once cherished

 

Insufficient representations of a woman;

a daughter, wife, mother, grandmother, and friend.

Incessant vibrancy, delicate elegance.

Courage found in religious conviction

and the never ebbing devotion of my father.

 

Favorite recipes inadequately prepared at holidays.

Family celebrations lacking luster taken for granted

in wonderfully carefree cozy childhoods.

A life relegated to antiquated articles, cherished

and blended perpetually with tender memories of our mother.