ManicDDaily

Before Writing It Down

The view I get
might be described
by the word glimmer
if the word glimmer
were the word flicker
and if the view were a glance
and glance was dance and a dance
was a poem.

There it is–glimmering, flickering, viewed
at a glance
as it dances past
the corner of
my eye,
and though my pen
certainly extends my reach
by a good six inches,
it is never enough to truly pen
that view,
to hem it in
that corner,
so I might actually be able
to exhibit it–
if exhibit meant press
to the page
like a flower or leaf
so that even years later
it still brings with it
as pages split
either spring
or fall.

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Another drafty one for With Real Toads, for Ella’s prompt on the Kumulipo, a Hawaiian prayer chant, asking for poems about one’s creative process.  The picture is mine taken at a beach outside Seattle, Washington.

I think I inadvertently posted the picture before I meant to post and then I deleted that premature post!  Sorry for any confusion.  Also, I’m not sure if the picture is posting properly–so if you can’t see the whole thing (it is a very sweet pic) just click on it.

PS – I am calling everything a draft lately because I feel like I am writing much more quickly than normal (when I finally do get down to writing), which always leaves me with a feeling of some insecurity about what I am posting.  This one I’ve edited since first posting.