All writers believe in revising, and all the new bloggers I’ve encountered worry about putting themselves “out there,” so I’m supporting my fellow newbies with a first revision of my post from two days ago–strikeouts and all.
I am taking a clue from Kim Addonizio and Dorianne Laux‘s The Poet’s Companion: A Guide to the Pleasures of Writing Poetry and writing a LIST that serves as a draft of a poem. Addonizio and Laux suggest you write a list like this: six things you believe in (seriously), three “silly or outrageous” beliefs, six rules you live by (four as a person and two as a poet), two statements of disbelief and three statements of things you would never do. Stir. Set aside. Return and check the flavors; adjust as necessary. Let simmer as long as it takes.
Okay, here’s my list so far:
life our days should be taste best when soaked in nature’s song,
that most warm-blooded
animals creatures outdo us in compassion,
that Jesus chose his an [add] itinerant life as itinerant carpenter-fisherman-rabbi,
that Jesus knew you might reject him if you stopped to count the cost of following,
that he learned to forgive
after when bullies shouted “Bastard!” day after day,
that winemaking was his first miracle for a reason,
that the only gifts better than sun and snow
are kisses on an
unexpectant unsuspecting face.
I believe no one can say duck-billed platypus without smiling.
We meet ourselves when we’re muddied in self-loathing.
The phrase a line of glinting icicles outshines a row of rifles every time.
The most terrible of f-words, the one that enslaves, is fear.
Take a moment every day to speak your love.
Feed pets and kids before you feed yourself.
Take care of green and growing things.
Give off the top; pay from the bottom.
Look for ways to help
another writer a kindred soul.
Engage the creative
process gear no matter if the gears are it’s nearly stripped.
I don’t believe poems are butter to be churned
[add] (they just need to marinate).
I don’t believe a good woman will stay down
[add] (though know down she does).
I don’t believe glory comes from weapons
[add] (neither worldly nor wordy ones).
I would never
throw toss a gift into the can,
skip a day of
saying I love you loving,
give up on this wobbly marble spinning in the sky.
1/16/2011 Revised 1/18/2011