Monday, August 30, 2010
This bell is ringing quiet
http://www.poets.org/page.php/prmID/121
Erika sent me this. I have been going through all my notebooks and I am having a very hard time finding 50 pages, let alone 100. To be honest, I don't have that many good poems. It's always interesting how age and experience changes everything. Some of these are downright embarrassing. I thought they were so very good and insightful and moving when I was 20. Oh, how I was full of pain and love and fear and it was all really really really important. I understand now why I was not not popular at poetry readings with my peers. Sheesh. When I read some love poetry with my mom's friends, they said they were beautiful devotionals to God. I didn't take that well at the time because I was sooooooo in love with the boy I wrote them for. God had nothing to do with it, and if they didn't get my poems, well I don't know what's wrong with them. Kids are goofy. Half my life later, I see where they were coming from, and they are right.
I have a bit more time before the deadline for the poetry contest. We'll see if I can get my soul moving enough to be poetic. It's been a rough couple weeks and I haven't had the focus to write, edit, even reread recently. It'll come.
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It's ok, sweetie. It will come, and if for some reason it doesn't, that's ok too. It's a wonderful challenge. I have tons to do myself. Looking back makes me throw my hands in the air wondering if I can even edit those early poems into new life, some are still hard to re-read, but we can do it!
ReplyDeleteThere's good lines here and there. I pulled some out, shuffled them together and the angsty, unrequited ones turned into a piece about missing a soldier and the minutes before he comes home. Keep picking through it. There's gold in them there hills-
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