“I have a sort of seasoned confidence now, and because none of this is to further my ‘career,’ or reach some lofty publishing goals, I am abler to relax and just let it be a process.”
That confidence shines through this work, Rebecca! I so enjoyed the journey that opened before me as I read your poem.
I'm glad you were touched by the poem. Posting the drafting process, keeping these drafts, is helping me feel....accomplished. Usually I just edit and edit and edit, with no idea of what is happening. I often feel that writing poems is super easy, that it takes no time at all. This has been an illusion. It isn't easy. It takes serious time and effort. I'm glad to know this now. As always School of Blue, thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts.
“I have a sort of seasoned confidence now, and because none of this is to further my ‘career,’ or reach some lofty publishing goals, I am abler to relax and just let it be a process.”
That confidence shines through this work, Rebecca! I so enjoyed the journey that opened before me as I read your poem.
Thanks so much, Darrell.
I just edit and edit. Lol. Respect!
the distance that had
grown up between us
collapsed into nothing--
her forehead was
pressing against my forehead,
her cold cream hands
were touching my face.
I found this deeply affecting. Beautiful in fact. I imagined it all - your forehead pressing your mom's forehead. Heartbreaking.
I am in awe at your drafting process. No wonder you are exhausted. Thanks for sharing,
I'm glad you were touched by the poem. Posting the drafting process, keeping these drafts, is helping me feel....accomplished. Usually I just edit and edit and edit, with no idea of what is happening. I often feel that writing poems is super easy, that it takes no time at all. This has been an illusion. It isn't easy. It takes serious time and effort. I'm glad to know this now. As always School of Blue, thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts.
Thanks, Billy.