Winds of Adventure
- Wind Storm By KC
Winds of Adventure
creative journeys
mutate in the wind.
observe, notate, innovate.
entrap impressions.
oppressively tempt
powerful invisible patterns.
shape revealing events.
teach beyond obsolescence.
anxious illusions
confuse resources,
overwhelm
repressed disturbances.
reservoirs intact,
spurious brutality
dredges dual power plays.
in a nest of delicacy,
inner perjury takes
a chokehold on recklessness.
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Written and Posted for
Challenge by: Emmett Wheatfall – write a poem about writing poetry.
I also posted this for Thursday Think Tank # 72 – Writer’s Block, because I think it does have something to do with being creative and chocked at the same time.
Photo credit:
http://kaseytararuj.blogspot.com/2010/07/wind-storm.html
There’s a funny little history to this. I wanted to send this poem for publication. I emailed it to my son @roniweiss who refused to read it on the grounds that it was masturbatory, that is, a writer stroking herself. Then I brought it to writer’s group. We had a big discussion about it, and they commented on my poetry in general, saying I had too many big words in my poems, and I had to tone it down. That I would even scare away the literary magazines. Then, came this prompt on dverse, and I had this poem done, and was debating whether to send it for publication, and well, the fact that this was exactly the prompt, on the poem that I exactly was not sure what to do with, well, that solved the dilemma for me.
Posted on September 29, 2011, in D’verse Poets Pub and tagged chokehold, dredges, dverse, dverse poets club, dversepoets, idsturbances, obsolescence, perjury, recklessness. Bookmark the permalink. 24 Comments.
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ZONGRIK 
wow…wicked write…really great flow through out…those last 2 lines are killer though…be true to yourself…
I read this to writer’s group yesterday, and yeah, the last lines had a big discussion to go with it. My opinion is that as we write, we go into denial. We put blinders on and only write to one thing. It can never be the truth, even when we intend to be truthful, and are trying as hard as we can to be truthful.
well most truthis subjective in nature…for us it is true…for another it may not…so then what is true…(huge existential discussion ensues)…so what are we denying…truths other than our own? realities?
what a creative journey.. this post is different from your other writings….but i have to say that in writing, there is a duality whether we like it or not. sometimes true, sometimes not. specially in the blogging world, it is hard to be wholly truthful. but whatever it is that we want to write about, we can create words beautifully ~ at least that is what i strive to do ~
Well those are the discussions we spent all night haggling about in dorm days. It’s been a while since I delved into the duality of reaching for (writing) the truth. After this long time, images, ideas, are rocks on the beach for me. One simply finds one that fits and uses it to do what one needs it to do. Freudian and Jungian meanings, Dante’s or Goethe’s or Shakespeare’s references too are like water that has washed me, left its mark and having washed I now write with what I am, about what I feel, with the things and words at hand.
Oops, didn’t say how much I enjoyed your poem. (Got caught up in the comments) What I liked about the poem is how each set seemed to stretch beyond itself to mean more, be more all the way through the poem. Thank you – well done!
Love it..”.tone it down” to me means…Yes! Yes! It’s Perfect ! No Changes !
Well done.
☮ Siggi in Downeast Maine
It is interesting that you say that you can never write truth because focus locks onto one thing. I believe that truth isn’t necessary for creative expression. Sorry, commenting on a comment.
Your poem, though filled with “big words” carries big thoughts along with it. I think it would be less imposing if broken into three stanzas, give the eye a break and the reader a chance to absorb. My thoughts only.
I think it is a wonderful poem, with interlocking meanings increasing depth.
Beth
I speak the truth but the last lines still speak for me.
Loved the quick pace and in your face voice. Excellent write I enjoyed much. The ending was/is top notch!
http://henryclemmons.wordpress.com/2011/09/29/time-to-fly/
Definitely a keeper, and the fact that this one spurs so much discussion just makes it all the more wonderful 🙂
loved reading the poem and loved the discussion that followed….think we tend to write our truth when we write…this could look like this one day..next day completely different…i try to write with an honest voice…and if necessary camouflage a bit but in general i think we tend to write what we find in our heart the moment we take this pen
exactly…and that is skewed by our mood, our health, who we’re with, even current events.
Who we is hard to find and hold on to in the face of others and ourselves. Ride the winds, claim yourself. Words can focus the view but in the end we are the poetry we write…
Great write, Tammy
You’ve really gone cryptic with this one. But then, one never knows with you in regard to language figuration. In this poem, you’re calling upon the reader to think beyond the applied words.
Really enjoyed this skillful incorporation of subtle alliteration and internal rhyme.
“Inner perjury.” That is seriously cool.
Well crafted, great lines in here, I like this one “repressed disturbances”.
How great that you were able to combine two prompts! I enjoyed reading this just to be able to say the word combinations out loud. It’s like music to my ears.
like music to my ears is a really nice this to say.
I enjoyed your poem, but didn’t go into a lot of analysis tonight. I was just in the mood to read it and take it all in! Tremendous work.
Impressive.
I loved that your poem created so much discussion~ I thought it was beautiful~
I love your imagery, but this spoke to me most:
“dredges dual power plays.
in a nest of delicacy”
Well Done~
I for one love your word choices, they really make one think. You can’t get too caught up in what others say, poetry is one the most subjective things in the world, just write what makes you happy.