Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Folding Up Within
Tower's roof reflects the faintest light
on my labor as I type this word.
Solitary builder can be the poet
with words to barricade me away.
Audience grab hold of my verse
as I call out from my fortress.
Shaky self balances
when the right words mesh.
Connected self stretches
hand through crumbling window.
This is a first! Back to back poetry quickfires. I felt compelled to write this one because I'm wondering about whether my poetry holds too much of me away from the world. I don't even know if I'm "getting" what I'm saying right now. I love to write poetry, but I think I may try my hand at fiction writing for awhile. Sometimes poetry makes me feel cut off from my reader. I do love that poetry is kind of a self dialogue for me. I also appreciate and gain inspiration from knowing that many of my readers find personal connections in my poetry. I just wonder if I need to really jump out there and try a new way of opening myself up through words. What do you think?
Maybe I'm just stir crazy today home with the kids on this snow day :) Sometimes my mind wanders in all sorts of directions! Thank you for reading.