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Friday, November 18, 2022

Clarity #poetry | with a preface on my process for this poem

Preface

This poem came out oddly, like it woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Things that normally flow from the figurative pen easily, such as imagery and cadence - as if the poem is another entity in control and I am just the messenger - are all completely off today. It makes some sense, seeing as the poem is about needing clarity. Anyway, no matter how many times I edited it, this version below is the best one I could rub out. 

I only studied literature in school for two years so I do not know how to formally critique this poem or what rules should I abide by or how this is an example of breaking said rule - a bit like how I learned the guitar. I just try my best not to sound 'contrived' (read: like a poser), and arrange the right words in the way my heart would speak. Using imagery is what helps me understand the world. Writing words and arranging them in the rhythm and flow of a poem helps me when I need to not explain what is on my mind, but to express what is in my heart. That means my creative energy not directed towards making sure the reader fully understands it, but towards giving the reader something to appreciate as an abstract work of art. It can be subject to differential interpretation, or applied to the reader's own unique world, or simply read so that the reader can feel what I feel. Poetry is more visceral, Romantic, and does not place the onus of perfect clarity fully on the writer. It is almost like another art form altogether. 

Also, poetry has always been equally for me who writes it, as it is for an appreciative reader, even a hypothetical one. I wrote a poem today with a lack of clarity, because today my heart and mind are muddled. This poem talks about an event that is causing me confusion, but it might lead to clarity in future. Which is why even though this might be a shitty poem, I am still going to publish it here. I wrote it for me. 

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Love covers all -
ego, transparent
scales fall -
Lights, 
everywhere -
as fireworks
assaulting eyes:
neurochemistry
firing, receding,
all dimensions
Lights as
noise - loud, deep; 
heart loses clarity -
Blinded -

tabula rasa, 
breathe again. 


Silence -
between us, broken 
by truer words -
finally spoken
of Love, a world
of two, perhaps

of one, no more. 

hypothetical
eggshells erode, 
in waves - crash 
recede, drift - 
over aeons, 
bare feet, soon
on fine powder, 
footsteps, silent
marshmallow
cotton-candy 
warm sand
enveloping feet -
each step is Love
Pain erodes 
into - memory.

no, not yet -

Waves in a storm
crash upon me 
crash me -
onto rocks
fog, darkness -
making air -
opaque
- suffocating
Lighthouse -
out of grasp
away from 
Safety, Love
 - Life itself
I am torn 
to ribbons,
snuffed out
from a distance.

a clean slate:
not - to vacate 
the past without
retrospect, 
- to act as 
waves, tides, 
illumination -
through 
a truer Love 
an absence of ego
words - both ways
- in times of calm -


breathe again. 











 

 

 


 

 

 





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