write poetry again

I’ve completed the first assignment from the 30 poems in 30 days of 2007: Write a poem about your childhood.

I bent the rules a little in terms of the restrictions. But since I made it a villanelle, I can now cross off a goal.

that 43Ter CrunchyBread wrote about:

http://www.poewar.com/

I’m going to try the exercises in the “30 Poems in 30 Days” series. Not that I’ll necessarily write a poem a day, but maybe I could shoot for a poem a week. I really need some sort of prompt to get me writing. It was often like that when I was an undergrad… I just couldn’t turn in anything for writing workshops unless I had an “assignment” to help me focus.

I do jot things down now and again, but don’t normally make time to get into the feeling of it like I once did.

I did though recently write a poem for my mate.

It is our 21st anniversary. I have had a thing for her since I was 9 (she was 7). When I was 17 she stalked me and basically invited herself into my life and became my partner, my mate and best friend. There was never a date or conversation of a relationship – just her moving in and assuming her role in my life like it had always been there for her and waiting for her to simply show up for her reservation. Since then we have had a lot of adventure, 3 kids and a great time of life.

so for our anniversary I wrote a poem 21 lines long. the first letter of each line made up the tittle of the poem. each line was 7 sylables in length. 21 is comprised of 3 sevens. 3 and 4 are the 2 main conponents of 7 making it a very powerful number. 3 represents the spiritual components of the universe, 4 represents the material components. In total there were 147 sylables in the poem. dividing it by 3 equals 49 of which the square root is 7. I know a bit bizzare but nonetheless I wrote a poem taking all this into consideration. the toughest part was coming up with a title that was 21 letters long. It was ” a stalker 21 years latter”.

Oh one more thing was the poetic delivery.

I wrote one line of the poem on each of 21 cards. I then distributed them to random people and friends that my mate would come in contact with over 3 days. She would do her regular work shopping and people would stop her and give her a card. she would order coffee and someone would give her a card. Friend she had not heard from in some time would call, text, email or face book her giving her clues as to the location of another card. She would be cooking and customers would give her a card. It was fun watching her experience the poem and in the end read it in its totality and enjoy it again.

Like good music, or food I guess a good poem is something that is all the better when the context and delivery makes it an entity to be experienced.

guess we will see if I can produce more poems

I use to write allll of the time. It is definitley something I should get back into. Maybe reading my old stuff will get me going again..

other than some scribbles here and there. I often still feel the poetry in me, and hear it in my mind.

What’s been keeping me?

To celebrate adding this to my list before I even added it, I wrote (well, started actually) a short poem about 10 minutes ago. I was very inspired by something uncontrollable that happened earlier; it stirred my emotions in such a way, I didn’t quite know what I felt—until the word “disturbed” came to me.

I wrote it, and after that, the dialog (with an oddly involved party) that had already been forming in my head took shape—in the form of a poem.

Yay! It feels good. :-D

I will keep with it.

lost my luster. Writer’s block and it sucks. Nothing seems to spark my interest anymore. help

After visiting friends in Indianapolis and Tennessee, I had a spurt of poetry writing. That was encouraging, although I feel like I’m always spurred on to writing by a gloomy disposition. Because of that, I’m not sure what to make of this goal — it’s sort of asking to be in a dour mood, but I really like the end result. Ah, catharsis.

started to write again; it feels foreign.

I feel that my interest in writing poetry was crushed during my freshman year… My teacher had us edit our work over and over and over and OVER again. I may have learned a couple things, but it took the fun out of writing for me.

I don’t have an interest in sharing my poetry, but it’d be nice to write for myself again, and like what I put on paper.

i stopped in 2002, God knows why. and since then, i couldn’t find a single thing to say