This one is based on a conversation I had with another poet in which he stated that about line three or so, he could tell the poem was not up to his standards and therefore, time to stop. I argued that the idea needs to be expressed, whether it be done well or not was not as important as finishing. THEN, knowing what a poem should look like, applying those attributes and improving the presentation. That stopping before you really get started meant keeping beauty in the can instead of letting it out...something like that!
14 February 2012 - Stopping Before Starting - hendecasyllabic
Coarse at first, it’s a shame you can’t put words down,
pinching minds and a heart that just won’t do it––
this is where you’re beguiled, bemused, and fucked up,
held behind and imprisoned, words were lightning,
thunder bolts in a play you once were writing;
now they’re dead in the silence you won’t finish.
Spark the spark––in a perfect world you’d know it,
chained by links you reformed were of your doing,
hit the third line and start defending quitting,
leave the music because your ears are tone-deaf.
Let the night wings of motion fly before you
then creation of verse will find you dragging...
This the way you’re intending art to perish?
Keep the whining and wines of lines will burgeon,
lifting song in a key that language pines for.
Still, there’s plenty of room for you to join them;
YOU know, all of the others walking sleeping...
Finish, polish; remember, life needs growing.
Taxes...marry the cat––oh, lovely notions...
3-18-12
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