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Non Rhyming Poetry, and Sharing Poetry With ‘Non-Poets’
The other day, I wrote a poem, one that in my heart and mind I felt had to be written. When this happens, I feel something special has occurred, and it makes me happy to be proficient with words, so I can manage this achievement.
The poem came to me on a day of much thinking about, and writing of poetry, so my head was already in a ‘Poetry-zone’ mode. The poem didn’t come to my mind already written, I have to fiddle with the idea, stretching it, scaling it back, and then cutting out a great many words.
I was eventually exceedingly happy with the poem, and the title of it, and so took a chance, and shared this poem today, after pointing out the place the idea and inspiration for the poem had come to me, on Sunday just gone.
I’d been at a poetry related workshop and then poetry reading, and had been chatting with two others who were heading home after the event, when I saw something happening that intrigued me.
When we all began to get in our cars to leave, I stopped in my car, and wrote the first draft of the poem that had come to me. I fiddled around with it a bit more, then left, going home finally.
Then that evening, I fiddled with the poem a bit more, until I was content, feeling I had brought into the poem all I felt needed to be said.
