On writing poetry.
Writing poetry is like chewing bubble gum. You rip the packaging off an idea and it’s initially all sweet and tough.
As you then chew into it, my thoughts warm up making the core idea soften. I move & mould it constantly around in my mind. Like the squeeze and squish of gum in your mouth, it oozes flavor inspiring more action. Words are pretty plastic if you chew on them long enough too.
Now it’s not so much a thinking thing, it’s more mastication. Trying out the different flavors words make with one another.
Like alliteration, onomatopoeia, some times even disambiguation finds its authenticity in a poem.
A moment of inspiration sometimes arrives as I focus on blowing the bubble. I become deep, it’s moving towards the finishing line now.
The pointe grows like a pink bubble on my lips .
Intension, Momentum , inclusion, exhalation, expansion and finally expulsion….yes!
With gum stuck across my face and a happy smile it’s been done again.
A poem plastered across a page, splats of ink sometimes smeared and illegible but it’s done, the bubble blown and you can get back to doing your life again or simple blow another. Liam
😄😜😂🤣 that’s fun