There I was, thinking that writing prose in another language was difficult. Hah, little did I know. In this loveley course I’m taking to learn more about poetry (see previous post on the topic) I’ve now tried my hand at actually, deliberately writing a poem. This. Is. So. Difficult.
And I’m still having fun with it. For those of you who write poetry regularly and know your way around things like imagery and abstractions, it may be old news, but for me this is a great challenge.
This weeks theme was the exploration of abstractions and images.
Abstractions and images may fill our poems, but how can you tell what’s what, and how can you leverage them to compelling ends?Douglas Kearney, California Institute of Arts,
While abstraction is something I think I understood through my love of art, the concept of imagery in poems seemed intellectually simple, but to internalize it and use it more meaningful than writing ‘Love is a heart, freedom is a bird,” all of a sudden seemed very difficult and un-doable to me. So I went and read poems of imagists. And just when I thought I understood it and wrote something for the prompt (and even wanted to post it, eeee…) I realized that I didn’t do it right. I should have written about an object. Instead I wrote about… a situation? Here it is.
This Quiet Night How to capture Images like the dusty green of barley fields in misty twilight, Sensations like the breeze caressing my skin like smooth silk, Fleeting sounds like birdsong, Tweet, tweet, tweet, cluck, cluck, cluck, Riii-chrp, rii-chrp, Tuui, tuui, tit,tit,tit, Ribbit, Of this quiet night?
Is a quiet night an object? I don’t think so… sigh. I’ll have to work on it some more.
The second prompt was to “Think up a poem title structured as such: The [Concrete Noun] of [Abstract Noun].” Here we go again:
The Water of Regret Regret Is like water: Endless in its perseverance, Reflecting mirror images of my failures, Grinding mountains into sand, Destroying my resistance with its softness. And in the end It buries me In the grit of insignificance.
At least this gives me a chance to try out the verse block in the block editor. And I’m reading poems. And thinking about poems. I think that alone is worth the effort.
Stay tuned, I shall contiune torturing you with poems in the next few weeks.