Writing Group & Emily Dickinson Poetry
Hi Folks,
In keeping with my tradition of posting (almost) everything I write without censure, even at the risk of my friends trying to do an intervention when one really isn't needed, I am posting three poems I wrote at the Florence Poets Society Writing Group two weeks ago. I wasn't debating posting it, I've just been too lazy to do it before now. (Plus, now I have a fairly positive piece I wrote from the Emily Dickinson Poetry Marathon on Saturday to balance out the grimness of the first three poems.) In my defense, the prompt for the writing group was the suicide of writer David Foster Wallace .
What Can't you Understand?
the unwillingness to suffer
the daily psychological pains
tormenting a soul already
struggling to exist within society
the selfishness of leaving behind
people believed not to really care
seeing the outward success
does nothing to ease the nagging
doubt of one who feels a fraud
the pressure of the impending crash
the belief in events
which makes them come true
all weigh so heavily
it is easier to fall with gravity
than continue fighting against it
ltv
Suicide Haiku
one only decides
when the loneliest moment
is confirmed again
ltv
[untitled]
when the path is too hard
to walk alone
and comrades are in
short supply
it may be easier
to find the edge
and convince yourself
you can fly
ltv
And now for something completely different !
On Saturday, September 27th the Emily Dickinson Museum held it's annual Emily Dickinson poetry marathon in which all of Emily Dickinson's poems (all 1,789 of them) are read by volunteers (like me). There are other things happening too: cake/ice cream, tours, movies, discussions. Despite the rain it seemed there was a fairly good turn out. I only stayed for a little bit but I was inspired to write the following:
The Homestead
I have my hand upon a brick
that yours was on before
I let my booted feet
tiptoe -- upon your wooden floor
I watch the rain -- come nourish
the gardens in your care
I write down lines of poetry
and know that you are there
ltv
In keeping with my tradition of posting (almost) everything I write without censure, even at the risk of my friends trying to do an intervention when one really isn't needed, I am posting three poems I wrote at the Florence Poets Society Writing Group two weeks ago. I wasn't debating posting it, I've just been too lazy to do it before now. (Plus, now I have a fairly positive piece I wrote from the Emily Dickinson Poetry Marathon on Saturday to balance out the grimness of the first three poems.) In my defense, the prompt for the writing group was the suicide of writer David Foster Wallace .
What Can't you Understand?
the unwillingness to suffer
the daily psychological pains
tormenting a soul already
struggling to exist within society
the selfishness of leaving behind
people believed not to really care
seeing the outward success
does nothing to ease the nagging
doubt of one who feels a fraud
the pressure of the impending crash
the belief in events
which makes them come true
all weigh so heavily
it is easier to fall with gravity
than continue fighting against it
ltv
Suicide Haiku
one only decides
when the loneliest moment
is confirmed again
ltv
[untitled]
when the path is too hard
to walk alone
and comrades are in
short supply
it may be easier
to find the edge
and convince yourself
you can fly
ltv
And now for something completely different !
On Saturday, September 27th the Emily Dickinson Museum held it's annual Emily Dickinson poetry marathon in which all of Emily Dickinson's poems (all 1,789 of them) are read by volunteers (like me). There are other things happening too: cake/ice cream, tours, movies, discussions. Despite the rain it seemed there was a fairly good turn out. I only stayed for a little bit but I was inspired to write the following:
The Homestead
I have my hand upon a brick
that yours was on before
I let my booted feet
tiptoe -- upon your wooden floor
I watch the rain -- come nourish
the gardens in your care
I write down lines of poetry
and know that you are there
ltv
posted by LTV at
9/28/2008 09:59:00 AM
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