I’m strting to enjoy the discipline of having to write a poem each week. I enjoy the refining and editing; rolling the words around; the feeling that an idea that seems just beyond my fingertips, suddenly lands for an instant butterfly-like within reach and leaves the shadow of its wings on the page, where, if I am lucky, something of its touch remains in the words.
That’s beautiful. I love the thought of the butterfly, softly leaving it’s mark.
Probably best I don’t post the poem; you may think I have the wrong animal in mind. 🙂
It is a rush, is it not. For me though it is hard to tell whether it be moth or butterfly or gargoyle -definitely winged though.
‘ Leaves the shadow of its wings on the page ‘, good shtufffs!
It’s groping for the pencil and the scrap of paper and trying to get it in some shape on the page before it dissolves again into the ether, leaving me with a shopping list fro eggs and mushrooms in my hand instead.
Yes, I love the process when I discipline myself to do it. And I enjoy the metaphor of the butterfly. I am currently reading Barbara Kingsolver’s Flight Behavior. If you haven’t read it, the story uses the plight of the Monarch butterfly to look at life in Tennessee – in the very poor region of the Appalachian Mountains.
A shared affliction among us all, I do believe.
Part of the reason I signed up for a class I have to attend is to ring fence that time and make myself meet the deadlines. Tonight I noticed the numbers have dropped. Some people not seen for two weeks.
I think this is the only one of her novels I haven’t read, but it is only a matter of time. She is one of the best writers of her generation I believe.
You could post the poem . . .
I could… 🙂
Go on, post it!
Have you read it?
Not the final draft. Yesterday was a bit nuts here.
Everything OK I hope?
Yes, thanks. Everything has quieted down nicely although I just returned to find that the cat had thrown up on 3 sofa cushions. What talent!
Yuk! And yes, it is quite amazing how much vomit a small animal can produce, and how far it can travel…
And the rug.
ace.
Thank-you