When I Write a New Poem

If you’re a poet, you may feel the same way I do, when a baby poem is born, and comes into the world. Some of these babies aren’t ready to be exposed yet, they need to be cuddled and cossetted, lest they become fractious and cry, embarrassing us.

Those poems are best left in their cot, until you’ve had a rest yourself, and are strong enough to deal with them, and give them the space they need to grow into who or what they want to be.

Other poems though come into the world from your pen, or tapping fingers, fully formed, just a smip of their fingernails needed perhaps, and then there they are, perfect, every line full of meaning, every word, adjective, verb just right. Perpection in Poetic Form …

Then of course are the scraggy ones, meant for a workshop, to be read out loud for feedback perhaps, but not to be read in public, not yet. After thinking, tweaking, thinking, hoping, swapping words, verses, thoughts around, they may end up looking quite swish, but many more may simply be drawer-fillers, lessons on how not to write good poems you, hopefully, will learn from.

I’ve just finished writing a new poem, and I feel in my bones this one is something special, it made my mind smile as I penned (tapped out) the words. Will it be one of this perfect poems? Oh I feel it will be, and I’m going to share it here today, as a kind of nail snipping exercise, knowing seeing it on the ‘big screen’ in public will help me to see it with greater clarity, and find any flaws that may still be there.