Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that “talks.” Try to write a poem grounded in language as it is spoken – not necessarily the grand, dramatic speech of a monologue or play, but the messy, fractured, slangy way people speak in real life.
‘Oh, hi there, Jan, howzit with you?’
‘I’m good; I’m good; hope you are, too?’
‘Ja, I am good; and how the kids?’
‘Man, all they do is look at vids,
Or mess with tablets all day long;
I reckon too much time is wrong,
The way they spends it at their screens,
And never see no outdoor scenes.’
‘You said it; mine do too; those girls
Forever in their texting whirls,
But never nothing have to say,
With conversation stuff each day:
Man, how they all right through me stare
I might as well jus’ not be there;
I needs to be with them some more . . .
But have you heard the latest score?’
‘Ja: last I heard old what’s-his-name
Had scored again, looks like the game
Is gonna end up pretty tight,
So, if we both leave now, we might
Get home in time to watch the end.’
‘Yes, cheers; nice talking to you, friend!