The story of poetry

Sometime back in my late teens, I went through a bit of a rough patch in my personal circumstances, and as all good eclectics will know, that’s when poetry streams out from under your left earlobe just as you are drifting off to sleep…

At the time I was doing poems in Higher English and all of that. So I was all fired up about how rubbish most of them were, and how you spent ages to find out everything someone was trying to say by not-saying it… only to find out what they were saying was pretty boring in the first place.

So, I guess that’s where I got the idea from – you take lots of words, throw half of them away, pick a select few more, throw another half away, squeeze the rest for all they’re worth, and then expect people to think it means something.

But I never did my creative work in my English class… oh, no! Well, I couldn’t possibly have let my teachers – or anyone – read the stuff… how *scary* would that have been!?

My poems were for me. Though I like them enough I’m not ashamed of them, they’re almost too deeply personal to ‘release’ without much deliberation. But I think the original bunch have been in hibernation long enough now that I can allow myself the small concession of that little link. And since there has been a drought ever since then, there’s unlikely to be a promise of much more forth-coming… so, for me right now, I’m not giving away *that* much, actually -P
Back then, I lost count of the number of times I crawled from under the covers after having been almost asleep and just about to embark on some juicy adventure dreamland, so I could snatch my thoughts with meatspace tools: pen and paper. I even kept my pen-with-the-light within easy reach of my bed for those vital ‘perfect’ words to fit in some gap.

There was only “one that got away” – I certainly never let that happen twice! Whatever parental disaprobation was breached, ever after that I would jump wide awake as soon as that poem was “fully baked” and hastily scribble away, changing and re-changing as I couldn’t quite remember the word I’d had last time.

Anyways, all that was the lead-up to the now published new section of my blog… Enjoy! 😀

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2 responses to “The story of poetry

  1. James Boyd

    Monday, June 11, 2018 at 4:26 pm

    I was jealous of your light up pen.


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