Petit Four 23: For my Darling

For my darling, who will be sharing a beach day with me this sun baithed afternoon:

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Sometimes we are agents of our fate, other times we are recipients

Keep Writing

–ECW

Petit Four 11: Memior-Piece

Fascinated by the way memories shape and reshape themselves. As I try and capture such a vibrant moment in my life I am often flush with false sentations

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Thanks for reading & Keep Writing

–ECW

Poem 156

I’ve started looking at conversations as poem starters. The first line is from a movie and the rest is what it brought out of me:

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I miss the days that never came
summertime wet and sweet melon
rinds fly nibbled and misty wide

the days made of waiting, hungry
for tomorrow,         lush with hope
when each moment could be anything

had yet to define itself by name
was aching with              opportunity
filling itself up with           honesty

and slowly, as not to alert my sense
of           self, I became the average
of           each noon passing, together

infinite, suddenly—done.  Quietly
completed, without stout, full victories
one does miss the maybe-days.

—ECW

Poem 145

a poem for my love on a day that feels like summer is here already…

The summer sets colossal –

Rolling over and over the incredible heat

The mouth of the desert kings were quiet

Dry and witty, your single bloom

The proof of lifetimes catching the certain seed

Most likely to live a second summer—last the chill

We stand at the edge, where there once lapped sea

Our minds a hollow port of memory—the summer sleeps

Deep below, a water-table, under our bustle, quiet-cool

Where once the sun was something lovely

Then hot and hateful, eating up all the leafy greens.

We are summer-swept, midday slept,

A hopeful violet in a dusty reign. We summer-wept

When the water came, ten thousand years of rain

When the sand remembered the sea again

When you & I were we again.

–ECW

Poem 138

There is a gravity in me

my arms my lips my legs my eye

lids forbid youth for gravity

My hips, a long winded sentence

My breasts, a run on rambling

My chin, an incantation

there is a gravity in me,

a slowed down tumble

I am older now than I have ever been

my body knows it, my body dips low

And graces ubiquity – back to the earth

she says, back to sublime

in time, the ventricle sings, due time

-ECW

 

Poem 66 Edited: Remote Editing

Hello Readers,

Here is a good example of a poem which made a 100 degree transformation in the name of a better idea.

Poem 66

Sometimes there are poems that start out one way and basically need to get naked to improve. Like taking a shower. Except of course that shower is going to get rid of all the junk in the poem and not BO, but maybe a little of that too. So this poem, like it says above, this was from reading a lot of Virginia Woolf. And while I LOVE VW with all my heart she does make me a little dark. So the idea here is growing together. The subject in the poem above is having issues with that togetherness, it brings her down. The subject in the revised version is having a fine time, as a mangrove instead of a victim, the togetherness feels more natural and less forced.

This brings me to my biggest challenge as a poet these days. Make the poem a positive experience for everyone. In the past my work has been a little stark, having shocking images and sometimes fringe subjects in terrible situations. I think this was because I was changing, growing, finding my voice. The old joke in poetry, at least amongst my friends, has been about that angsty teen poetry that makes the world feel aweful and dark and sad. I think mine was not too far from that category, using more complex words and deeper themes, the sentiment was similar.

My goal with these projects has been to smooth the poems, but I never really defined that. So here it is. This poem is the perfect example:

A moment that makes a poet write a poem is vital, but not all poems are vital to that moment. We are at the mercy of the muse, but that experience is ephemeral, unlike the poem. 

The goal is to make the poems transcend that initial spark by making them more than th moment and better through the process of Remote Editing. (Remote Editing being the process of letting a poem sit for a year and returning when the moment is long gone)

It’s a Process.

For this poem, the process is vital for making the real crux of issues find a better entry point: through wisdom rather than passion.

TAKEAWAY

Poems change because the poet changes. That’s why we edit. Never take for granted the power of a good long second look. The results will suprise you. Some poems never change while others make a giant leap into new territory. Don’t fret. The poem will always be moving toward its best version, the job of the poet and later the editor, is to make that better state a waking reality through concentrated changes and open mindsets.

Keep Writing!

Poem 66 Revised Poem 66 Original