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Lightless Morning
May. 12th, 2018 01:22 amI awoke to birds
chattering
among themselves this
lightless morning...
LPK
Dreamwidth
5.12.2018
[This is the 5th iteration of a poem which I wrote two days ago. I had originally pressed the image, feeling, thought, experience, into a pseudo-Haiku form but realized that this wasn't how it needed to be read and understood, which begins with how it's seen on the page.
After three more attempts, I decided that what appears above is the form in which those same words best convey the experience of that morning.
Then, having found its appropriate form, I decided that the title, which I had actually liked the best of anything about the original poem, had to be changed to match how the lines were to be read as well. As a result of doing that, I think the title imparts a darker tone to the words which follow it, one which exists beyond the meaning of the words and the visual image which they suggest.
There is, of course, an apparent absurdity in using 50 words to explain the evolution of a 10 word poem. But beyond whatever it may explain about this poem, it also provides an insight into of some of the things I've done over the past 50 years. So, you know, one word for each year...]
chattering
among themselves this
lightless morning...
LPK
Dreamwidth
5.12.2018
[This is the 5th iteration of a poem which I wrote two days ago. I had originally pressed the image, feeling, thought, experience, into a pseudo-Haiku form but realized that this wasn't how it needed to be read and understood, which begins with how it's seen on the page.
After three more attempts, I decided that what appears above is the form in which those same words best convey the experience of that morning.
Then, having found its appropriate form, I decided that the title, which I had actually liked the best of anything about the original poem, had to be changed to match how the lines were to be read as well. As a result of doing that, I think the title imparts a darker tone to the words which follow it, one which exists beyond the meaning of the words and the visual image which they suggest.
There is, of course, an apparent absurdity in using 50 words to explain the evolution of a 10 word poem. But beyond whatever it may explain about this poem, it also provides an insight into of some of the things I've done over the past 50 years. So, you know, one word for each year...]
