Saturday, February 26, 2011

And a poem evolves..."Inhale"

Inhale
Breathe deeply, look up at the sky

Listen
To the silence, scream with the crows
Then run

Spread
The wings of your imagination
Hold the pen
Caress the mind

In this corner of the world
My home
I sit in this light
As I tie a knot to the ground
To the sky
To the earth
And to the shadows of the mountains
The trees, rivers and rocks
To discover what lies ahead
Tracing a path to follow
Finding a mount to climb
A journey with no end.

Friday, February 11, 2011

So I wrote a Poem....

Yes. Last night's session of Creative Writing class was dedicated to poetry and Shauna (Paull, our teacher) said, "At the end of this class you will all have a poem. A 6 line poem". Well, we did.

We actually did two writing exercises. The first one, to just "get going" and I was a little skeptical at first, but it turned out kind of funny. OK. I wouldn't say that it's a poem, but it made me write for 5 minutes straight without putting the pen down -wait, I sipped some coffee as I had had a really long day so I needed caffeine at 8 pm- but still, I wrote for 5 minutes and came up with something relatively coherent. She suggested that we use "I wish", "I wonder", "Once" or "Now" to start a list of things, feelings, etc and that some lines could turn into something, some others would just get discarded. That's one of my problems. I have a hard time letting go of things that I've written. And sometimes, when I go back to first versions of something or a piece that I wrote that I might not have liked at the time I wrote it, I like it and something comes out of it, so my own lesson of the day: never throw out any words away.

The second exercise actually produced the poem. It is interesting -long to explain and I'm too tired tonight so won't go there- but I was frowning and groaning not thinking too much of it and all the other ladies in the class and Shauna liked it. She made a couple of tiny edits and when I read it again, it kind of got me. So here it is:

Breathe deeply, look up at the sky, listen to the silence, scream with the crows, then run...
forming the wings of our imagination, holding a pen, caressing the mind
but not in this corner, my home, I cannot see in this light
only to tie a knot again to the ground, to the sky, to the earth
and shadows of mountains, trees, rivers and rocks
to discover what lies ahead, a path to follow, a mount to climb
a journey with no end.