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Monday, November 5, 2007

Blue Luna Poet

I used to write poetry. I had notebooks, full of verses---about teenage angst, love and heartache. I wrote about the daily life I felt down in my bones every day of high school. I even wrote poetry as a young newlywed, before the babies came. Love poems to my husband, lines about the future, my hopes and dreams.

I don’t write poetry much anymore. Not the way I used to---words crying out to be released by my pen. Now I write poems once in a blue moon, as part of a language exercise, or for the fun of simple wordplay. What does that mean anyway? When does the moon ever turn blue?

I love to read poetry, to let the sparse words roll off my mind’s tongue---powerful words, packed with both music and meaning—able to stand alone after the editing shears have snipped their last.

Today, my prose is filled with poetry, lines of metaphor and simile, filled with the music of the daily life I feel down in my middle aged bones. Maybe I should write poetry more often. The discipline of limiting words, weeding out the weak, half-hearted ones, is good for me. It reminds me to sharpen my sentences, prune my phrases and make sure the music in my prose has room to sing.

If I listen closely, maybe I can find the song again, crying to be freed by my pen.

2 comments:

Kathleen aka Coffee Mom said...

I love poetry and try to share it with my children as often as possible. I just wish I could write it!

childlife said...

I know what you mean... poetry takes a lot of bravery. To just let a thought stand there, all on it's own - I have a lot of admiration for those who can do it well.

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