Consumed By Poetry: A Dangerous Occurence

I am locked into writing at night when the house is asleep. When I can work uninterrupted and reach the places I need to, in stillness and with concentrated effort.  So I suffer some sleeplessness and my family suffers a little because I don’t function well before noon.

Overnight I managed to write three “wild” and yet clean poems—and by clean I mean sharply-polished.  The titles are: OF A FEVERED CHILD, STRAWBERRIES IN WINTER and NUDE AT THE OPEN WINDOW.  The third one’s title is a bit risqué but the poem is not. I am sorry to disappoint.

These poems hopefully take risks philosophically, linguistically, metaphorically— I considered them carefully and sent them to a fine (nameless) journal less than an hour ago…now it is a waiting game.  If I get a positive response, I will certainly announce here.

(There are drawbacks to the speed at which one can transmit content through the Internet and I have rushed that process in the past—by sending words that were not ready, but tonight I weighed carefully my words and actions.)

I am taking healthier risks in my life—moving out of my comfort zone…more on those life changes later.

 

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