Poetry. This masterfully magical mingling of words has teased my creative spirit for as long as I can remember. I have attempted to construct poems a few times in my life. Most collapsed and were lost to the fog of my past. However, recently I constructed one that didn’t fall, was not lost, even if, in the end, it was abandoned. chaos to be was a beautiful reaction to the most powerful emotional whirlwind that I ever had the pleasure to rip through my life. One that left my emotions caught in the undercurrents of its riptides — taken out to sea, drown, and reborn.
This is the first poem I have written since. As a first draft, I let it simmer here, for now, a home for my thoughts on this overcast Saturday morning in December.
to be
by DAEthingtonExplosion.
I blaze into a scorching light,
I am everything I ever was.
I spill.Reverberation.
I spring into a brilliant harmonic,
I shatter everything I have ever known.
I absorb.Exhalation.
I collapse back into the darkness,
I am everything that is new.
I spark.
This entry is part of 2012’s Project 365 – A Creative Thing a Week.
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This poem is full of hope and strength. I can not help but smile and feel a little more positive about things. The picture of the tiny white light against a massive black background is the perfect companion image.
I have tried to write poetry and each attempt has failed in a trembling frustrated mess. I’ll step back and, instead, be an appreciator of those who do write poetry.
Thanks Dan! The beautiful thing about writing poetry is you can’t really mess up. Take how I feel about this piece, it’s not all that great in my mind, only because I envisioned something a bit different. Also, it is never finished. It is just the first draft that will most likely never have a second. And unlike writing a cohesive narrative, poetry is so much more subjective and thus able to be appreciated beyond my own sensibilities. It’s one reason why I love that my poem, chaos to be, is partnered with my abstract painting, both their messages are unique to the viewer. I urge you to never close the door to writing poetry. For me it took something powerful in my life to put those first words together. And they don’t always come easy.