Poetic Process
Sounds. I can't stop listening. To my neighbour weedwacking his lawn for what I swear to be the fifth time today. To the river, a little more calming and soothing. To my heartbeat: irregular but such a keener. I hear it again, it just keeps going. I listen, I can even hear the blood throbbing through my veins.
And then the sentence forms out of observations.
The sentence comes with a beat. I carry it around for a few days, I walk to that beat. There is always an end to the beat and I know it. It takes days, weeks, even months. I try not to let a poem drag on too long. For me, poetry is about being in the moment. It might linger on in our minds, but all is just a thought in thin air. Carry it around for too long and it becomes a muddy painting.
I like to keep it fresh. enigmatic, yet subtly lyrical; simple.
The biggest tool in my poetry? Spacing. Space defines emotion, moods, stillness, stagnation, waiting. waiting
again.
Space defines the pause between thoughts. The where you actually feel your emotions surfacing. The pause that leads to the big thought. The big picture.
My poems are a slice of the big picture I attempt to see. Usually inspired by observations of humanity. Those pauses, you know, when you are feeling something
rising