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04 May 2005

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Patricia

You wrote that in 10 minutes flat? You have amazing talent.

bayi

that's impressive, i must say! congratulations.

melissa

I don't exactly hide my poems from my folks, but I don't really show them what I write either. I'm guessing my sisters read this site and maybe the poem and the boys' blogs, but so far they have not left comments. I'm not sure if I should be relieved.

I find it hard to write totally personal, factual poems. I mash ideas, facts, and instances together, and details from events take on a different spin. I just write what I observe, and I like the freedom of being able to create something from nothing.

Just yesterday, a friend read a poem I dedicated to someone we mutually know, and when I asked her what she thought of the poem she said, "It's cruel."

I'm not sure she understood what I was trying to create in the poem, it was not meant to be biographical, and just because it's dedicated to one person it doesn't mean it is ALL about that person. Like all my other works, it was truthful, but not necessarily factual, or literal. They never are.

Oh, but I don't know.

Laurel

Well, your poem still floors me. When I gave you the exercise, I was using the version I found online which doesn't quite match the one in my book. In the book, it's voice instead of whisper, cloud instead of storm and lick instead of lightning.

Have you tried this again? What I like about this exercise is that it's so changeable. Every time you sit down, you can choose a new saying or adage. And if you really wanna fiddle with it, you can change the words a bit. Father for mother, whiz for whir, peach for blackberry, and so on.

My mother told me yesterday that all she wants for mother's day from me is a poem. Yikes. That really stopped me cold. I don't show her my poetry. Ever. I just don't. So, I might end up using this exercise to write her something.

melissa

Whooohoo.

Your comment floored me, Laurel. I so enjoyed the exercise!

The 10 minute limit was just the right nudge for the creative process to pick itself up from the chair it was lounging on and get to work. At first I was tensely focused in getting all the words to string together in some coherent combination, but after a while I let them string me along. It was better that way, and the panic at not being able to write down anything eased up, and the flow or creative juices trickled slowly in.

Sometimes I guess you just have to trust in the free-fall.

I'm revising the poem a little, poke it a little here in there, then post it to my poem blog. Maybe a title?

You really helped me a lot. {virtual hug, big grin} THANKS!

Laurel

Holy....COW. Yeah, you're unblocked. Yikes. This may be the best result of this exercise I've ever had the pleasure (and envy) of reading. And man, I am envious. Wow.

You are definitely unstuck, Bee.

Might give the exercise a try myself just to see what happens. Been a while. Besides, reading a poem this seriously good inspires me.

You took this exercise to a whole new level. Damn. I'm sitting here shaking my head and grinning in wonderment.

Glad I stopped by and read your blog today. Your poem will be stuck in my head for the rest of the day now. And that is a good thing.

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