My poetry “writing” process.
I am a poet.
I’ve enjoyed finding out that I am a poet during this #Octpowrimo month. I remember how at the beginning I felt excited and then halfway through it was, “What have I gotten myself into!”
Second, Find a spark
The spark is usually something that oddly occurs to me like the memory of riding the commuter train into Philly. I have never been a writer who just sits and writes all kind of thoughts free flow. No, I like to mull over my thoughts while I am driving or cleaning… or, today, cleaning out the garage. My poem below was sparked during my great garage clean out. The job is mostly completed and good thing: I am actually able to pull my car in.
Third, Write it down
I begin typing it out and it usually flows. But then I change it to make it make sense more artistically and fix words. I look to see if there is an interesting flow or did I lose the concept somewhere along the way. Also important to me is rhythm and rhyme although I don’t really try to obey any rhyming rules. I think that the poetry writing is somewhat like painting. There is a concept and a flow the eyes follow, a point, a main idea and supporting cast.
And then, I use the WordPress save draft or publish feature. I like to publish it to post on a certain day and time. For the poems it is around 5:30 am. Then I put it away until later in the day or in the middle of the night.
Last, I reread later and once in a great while I give up on it and rewrite completely. If I can’t sleep sometimes I will open up my poem on my iPhone in bed and am glad I do because I catch blatant looking errors that I wonder how I could possibly have missed.
Allowed to take hold
Things are a task master
and if small’s what we afford
Small piles a disaster
The wealthy watch out for
Those shiny collections
Protecting and keeping
Their lovely perfections
From anyone holding
Or touching them. Please!
Their temperature must be
So whether rich or the middle
Your heart its treasure most mightily tugs
It pulls you down to raise itself
Above the ones you want to love.
But if there is something you have to collect
Pick people and family and friends
Not old stuff in boxes closets garages
Attic and basement or under the bed
For life test it’s over,
When we’ve all walked away
those things we collected
They all have to stay