Linear~esque. I’m Easily Distracted.
Poeting
Writing Poetry Tempered Me To Not Merely Read Words, But To Consider Them
My introduction to poetry was the writing of it.
I wrote what I felt,
made up my own rules.
Poeted for years
not knowing sonnets from haikus.
I wrote about the stuff that was pokin’ at me.
My fury faded in those lava flows.
I wrote a myriad of poems,
dealt my demons some serious blows.
My cauldron has cooled some now.
The lava has begun to slow.
I think I’m doing better now.
I’m nearly who I used to know.
Writing didn’t dismiss, dispel,
exorcize, or rectify my stuff.
Nor did the process heal me.
But going one-on-one with my stuff
helped me to understand it.
It’s no longer a burden on me.
I am master of my stuff again,
contrary to how it used to be.
Writing gave me new perspectives,
and altered some old perceptions.
I formed and reaffirmed opinions,
and forged and renewed convictions.
So spend some quality time inside your stuff,
Offload your mind and chest to paper,
In whatever form you like.
Heartfelt and honest.
Minimal editing.
Share or not.
Have fun with it,
And when you’re done,
you might be a different person
with renewed perspectives and sense of self.
But how to start you ask?
You can not coerce inspiration,
But you can make notes when it comes.
When you feel inclined, find a quiet space
And expand on the notes you are most drawn to.
Return to your notes whenever you feel compelled.
Let the volcano erupt onto pages unrestrained,
Let lava flow the paths of least resistance.
Do not edit or inhibit the process.
This is your raw material.
Clean it up later.
Poeting is an art, and profoundly personal.
Poetry asks only to be perceived, without bias or critique.
I am, therefore, I poet.
© 2024 RidgeMagee
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