When we bought our first home computer in 1996, we had a free Compuserve account, so my introduction to the internet was through forums there, particularly an old time radio one populated by stereo geeks and deejays, who taught me a lot about all manner of things, and a poetry forum, where I learned both how to read and write a poem. Those guys were so sharp, and I still think of them with real fondness and awe, after all this time. Plus, I took up poetry to improve my prose, and it worked, but I ended up liking it for its own sake.
These days, I miss writing poetry, but mainly I miss feeling like I have something to write about. This being National Poetry Month, I thought it might be a good time to give it more of a concerted effort than I have in awhile.
Writing a decent or at least readable poem is, for me, both done in an instant, and rarely ever finished. I like sharing my thought process, and I hope someone out in the ether enjoys seeing early formations and later iterations created slowly outside of any useful timeframe. Epochs undefined.
But as to topic, all I can do for now is mirror the kind of visualizations which came to mind so many years ago, so many miles ago, when I was relatively young and full of spirit, and hope they foster new ones, as well. Let’s start with an easy metaphor.
seeking nothing more than a formless connection
a quiet ethereal [sort of give and take,]
they begin a slow tentative waltz
dancing to the strains of music playing on the distant side
of these old plaster walls…
The words in brackets are written as I hear them, but are too lazy, and I'll probably change that whole line.