Verbose and rambling, self-indulgent guff
describe my first fumbling poetic stuff.
Memories from here and there
exposed to view in a new blog where
I learned to read as much as I wrote,
– humbled by great online poets –
to shrink my poems,
choose ingredients, with care,
fight off frequent bouts of despair.
Mix well-chosen words and rhythm together
leaving time for the mix to mature
til a contented glow means that I can be sure
it’s cooked and ready to read –
though never finished.
This is for prompt 144 at dVerse Poets Pub
Always well-chosen words, Viv. I like this very much 🙂
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someone told me, write a poem then put it away for a week or month then revisit it. Man – I could never do it, that must be saintly self restraint.
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I won’t be done with poetry until I’m dead… I’ll always have something to write (and read bcus that’s how growth happens) smiles
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Like you, I have learned so much from being a part of online poetry communities. It is a great resource. Hope you are feeling well, now.
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Ah.. but a poem is ready once it’s read… in a way.. hmm maybe next time I read something different.
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This is spot on Viv…I’m hoping for the next step soon…wherever that brings me, I’m easy to please. 😉 Well done!
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Oh! they are never finished….they are thoughts after all always on a trail!
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almost like a seasoned recipe… nice approach to the challenge
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Delicious…
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i think conciseness is def a great skill to have…its like paring it down to just what is needed to do the job…i dont think the learning to read as much as we write is a bad thing at all…otherwise it leaves us feeling a greater sense of accomplishment…and a little humbling is not a bad thing at all..
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Was ‘care’ supposed to be in red text or is the light bad on your screen this morning? s
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oops! care was in red because I wanted to remind myself to find a better word, and I forgot to change it.
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THey are never finished, are they? I am always tweaking mine.
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