I pour my words
into a waiting vessel,
and I watch...
not for the rolling boil
of emotion
or steam rising
from poetry's depths.
No, I watch them brew,
slowly simmering,
until it is their time
and they are
ready to be sipped.
And what you produce is exquisite cuisine for the taste. I, on the other hand, hurriedly whip up the same old recipe and dump my half-baked ideas into it.
Yep, and uh huh to this, however I find myself in the dire straits of watching the clock as it were. Impatience, I'm afraid is not a good trait for a poet to have. You have the idea. Let things jell and simmer and cool, bring back to simmer . . . eh . . . That's not me and my poems sadly reflect that I'm afraid.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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Ron
Excellent advice all poets should learn, me included.
Many blessings,
+Linda
budd
Cheers,
Dan