I will be listing the links to my favorite poetry sites but this has been a very busy art week. The gala event last evening was fun as it was the first time my major pieces have been displayed in quite a while.
To continue with the narrative Twitter poem, this poem is quite different from what I usually write and the dream fragments as well as other lines are getting unwieldy at best. I’ve included the nine parts at the end of this post for anyone who wants to read a complete draft of what’s been written to this point. Seeing where this poem is leading and trying to develop it backwards is proving to be a real challenge. I have to admit it is great fun except I keep getting side-tracked in the meanings of so many of the words which is what writing is all about.
Draft Poem (Untitled)
- As frosted glints mesmerize / songs from the ethered hush, familiar whispered words, / lure us, maroon us on given strands? P22
- New scripts written as we fly/ alter us. We mire in flux. Twist. Tangle. Re-write into the lateness of this languishing hour. P23
- Float in dreamstance/ search / suspended on the cusp of dawn the portal ajar / dive again into deepest blue P24
A Few Thoughts on My Writing Process
Part 24 seems to be focused on that early morning dream state, seconds before you awake as you struggle to remember the dream, remember whatever it is that you’re lost in. You feel you’re on the verge of something, the synapses are starting to fire but you go back to sleep for a few seconds and then struggle to wake but retain what it is you know. I like the word “suspend” and “ajar.” Dreamstance is a concept I need to think about more. I’ve been fascinated by blue for quite a while as it pertains to occurrences in the brain. Gilbert spoke of the blue pearl effect in her recount of being at the ashram. There’s the whole blue circles of light in the brain during deep connection with the spiritual self that fascinates me.
Part 23 – As from other lives, we are given new “scripts” to follow, written as we live each day. No matter how confused we remain, we keep trying to alter things in life until the end of either our dreams or our lives. I like the phrase “languishing hour.” The whole Gestalt-psychophysical-isomorphic thing, if you know what I mean, isn’t the least bit poetical. Goggle leads one down some very strange paths indeed.
In Part 22, I love the words mesmerize and ethered which technically isn’t a word. The sound of maroon resonates with how the suspended state feels to me and is also a color of early morning or late evening, shadows and shades. Given – what a marvelous word that is. It has so many meanings I don’t know what to do with it. Strands as well has several shades of meaning. This line has potential. I like “frosted glints.”
The Narrative – Nine Parts In
As frosted glints mesmerize / songs from the ethered hush, familiar whispered words, / lure us, maroon us on given strands? P22
New scripts written as we fly/ alter us. We mire in flux. Twist. Tangle. Re-write into the lateness of this languishing hour. P23
Float in dreamstance/ search / suspended on the cusp of dawn the portal ajar / dive again into deepest blue P24
Will our presence change/the script under study as we learn by heart, if not by rote, how not to forget this time…next time P25
Adrift in wordlessness, woven netted snares–I unravel threads of matted auburn hair-commit to memory each glistening strand P26
You—we—our return endless / like waves gallant in relentless revival. The recap echoes ever again…yet again…again P 27
We edge closer, fixed in finite infinity / Unscripted answers to wordless questions / Who will speak? Dare I ask? Write? Part28
From where do I know this lock of auburn hair? This one / I loosely twist round and around. Untangled. Tangled. Retangled. Part29
And scrawled upon what page is that written letter the one unsent/ one summer / a lifetime ago Part 30