I find that writing holds a lot of similarities with walking. It can be smooth, the views stunning but it can also be hard, arid and disappointing. Where you plan to go is not necessarily where you end up. In fact, contrary to what we may assume, neither is ever as linear as we picture it to be.
This week, I’d like you to write a poem on writing.
What would you compare your writing process to?
How Poetry Comes to Me
by Gary Snyder
It comes blundering over the
Boulders at night, it stays
Frightened outside the
Range of my campfire
I go to meet it at the
Edge of the light
Do you write it all down in a frantic frenzy or slowly take notes as ideas come to you? Is writing vital to you or is it more like a hobby?
I stop writing the poem
by Tess Gallagher
to fold the clothes. No matter who lives
or who dies, I'm still a woman.
I'll always have plenty to do.
I bring the arms of his shirt
together. Nothing can stop
our tenderness. I'll get back
to the poem. I'll get back to being
a woman. But for now
there's a shirt, a giant shirt
in my hands, and somewhere a small girl
standing next to her mother
watching to see how it's done.
You may prefer to write about your writing tool, your favorite pen, your pencil, paper pad or device.
Notes on the Art of Poetry
by Dylan Thomas
I could never have dreamt that there were such goings-on
in the world between the covers of books,
such sandstorms and ice blasts of words,,,
such staggering peace, such enormous laughter,
such and so many blinding bright lights,, ,
splashing all over the pages
in a million bits and pieces
all of which were words, words, words,
and each of which were alive forever
in its own delight and glory and oddity and light.
After writing your poem, post your link below. And in the spirit of community, visit others as well.