Lofty


I’ve decided to start a project–a lofty project one might say. Someone gave me the idea this summer, but I didn’t think much of it then, but recently the idea settled in the back of my mind like a little ember and has been burning ever since.

My poetry is by no means award-winning, nor will it ever be found next to the likes of Oliver, Angelou or Plath, but in looking back, I’ve realized it has been somewhat prolific. Over the years of my blog I’ve written over 400 poems. 400! 400? I was quite amazed, and pleased with my writing self.

Some, of course, I like better than others; some are a mere silliness and some just bubble forth to lie down hard. But, none-the-less, they all exist in their own right. The thing is: they exist in the world of the internet and nowhere else. And this, recently, has become unsettling to me.

In our ever-changing world, ever unreliable and unpredictable–it seemed a novel and maybe even prudent idea to save these precious thoughts of mine in a more mundane and old-fashioned way–just in case. In case the internet collapses and goes away. Or, maybe even something less dramatic, that someday my kids just run across my journal where these poems are kept, and are stunned by the notions their mother had in her head.

So I have begun to transcribe all these words into a journal. Sure, I could have simply printed them out. But I wanted to wrap myself around them; taste them with my being as I write; re-live them. I feel like a medieval scribe, hunched over my parchment, cup of tea and sunflower seeds, scribbling, scribbling…

And some I read aloud. I close my eyes. Before me is a cushioned room and other poets such as myself, clutching their poems and listening intently as I share. They will be next to speak their truths, bring their gifts to the small group of unknown writers. Here we feel safe.

For no matter who we are or what we write, good or bad, it is a love of words and the joy of weaving them that unites us all.

Thank you for letting me share mine with you.

 

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8 thoughts on “Lofty

  1. I always enjoy your poetry! And I love the idea of hand writing your work, whether in print or cursive. It would be impossible for me to work that way now, but that’s actually how I started the book years ago that I’m still working on. I hand wrote the first draft every night before sleeping.

  2. First let me congratulate you on writing an incredible 400 poems! You have a tough time ahead putting all of them in a journal fof your family but i am sure you are going to enjoy the process. One suggestion is to segregate them under different headings depending on the theme of the poem. Better than having a pot pourri of sorts, i think. However the choice is yours!

  3. Thank you so much! You have been such a loyal follower for so long and it is greatly appreciated. Yes, handwriting something is very personal and special. It somehow seems to come more from us somehow, maybe because it takes more of us to do it? Anyway, that’s a lofty project too: writing a book by hand!! Did you publish?

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