Rooster and I went out to breakfast at a local restaurant yesterday morning. They have a picture hanging on the wall of Italian Prisoners of War during WW II being led down the street in shackles. Word Daddy whispered that I should write a poem about that photo and a conversation between old guys at a liar’s table. If you’ve never attended one of these meetings, you should. You’ll realize none of these guys know a thing about what they are talking about after you’ve listened for five minutes. Once you get past that, a writer will understand that they have a front-row seat to a wonderful exercise in dialogue. I call this poem Stalking Salinger.
I researched dialogue poetry online without wanting to give my muse credit for an original idea, and I discovered a form of dialogue poetry already existed. There weren’t any hard or fast rules, only general suggestions. I decided to write out a firm set of rules I plan to use for my dialogue poetry. It is now time to get on with Stalking Salinger.
Rules I used to write Dialogue Poetry and Stalking Salinger
- My Dialogue Poems will consist of a conversation between two or more people.
- They will be a reflection of different opinions and views.
- The conversation should be controversial or argumentative.
- I plan to use poetic elements and techniques, but no rhythm or meter rule exists. Free verse is acceptable.
- The dialogue might be tagged or untagged. “He said” or “she said” might or might not be used.
Okay, so I’ve set down a few rules. I hate to give Word Daddy any credit, but he did whisper a good idea into my ear. I plan to have fun writing in this style.
Stalking Salinger “Mr. Salinger, can we talk for a while? I’ve read your books, and I like your style.” I said. “I don’t know, I have wood to chop, And I like my privacy. My character Seymour was into poetry. I mostly wrote short stories, For the New Yorker.” He said with a smile. “Oh, please, can’t you take a minute to stop? I am so tired of sending out all these queries. Honestly, I’m a very hard worker.” I said, wringing my hands. “Frankly, my dear, I have other plans, Like smoking another cigarette. I have more important things to do Than to bother with you.” He said, looking away from my eyes. “You know that is just a pack of lies, Try to see this from my point of view. I have an absentee muse, Who drinks way too much, And has an extremely short fuse. You have such a magic touch. Words seem to flow from your fingertips.” I said, stomping my foot. “I don’t know, maybe if you cleaned my chimney soot, I might give your request some consideration. I enjoy my privacy, did I mention?” He said, scratching his head. “You have a deal, even though I dread, Climbing a ladder, I’m afraid of heights.” I said with a sigh. “Go ahead and give it a try But you are such a continuous talker, In my opinion, you’re turning into a stalker. Maybe I should call the police. A moment of silence would be a sweet release.” He said as he turned to walk away. “Don’t you have a single word to say? To an aspiring writer that’s traveled so far I’m broke and don’t have gas in my car.” I said, standing in place. Salinger cringed and slammed the door in my face.
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5 thoughts on “Stalking Salinger”
The fact you got it to rhyme is interesting, but oh my, the main character is a lot to handle.😂
This is a good one! Thee stalker wasn’t giving up.