THE JOTTER (How people grow and settle deeply into their ways and relationships, and react against attempts to disturb or disrupt close bonds created over the years.) I returned to some old verse In the middle pages of a jotter About a lover and his lass I had written there years before, And after staring for a time Ringed words to make a change, Soften rhythm, soften rhyme, Pluck, stitch, re arrange. I read aloud and re read The lines of my amendment, But old words reared their head, And jarred there, and broke my chant, And noun recoiled and drew in Its adjectives around it As verb and preposition Soured to my edit. And when I went to read again I found a fractured couplet, And fresh lines broken down, And fresh words thrown about. I pulled and probed their clinging To part one from the other, The more I forced the editing, The tighter clung together. I stopped, erased my pencil scars, Set the jotter in its place And left them there, old lovers, In their newly locked embrace.
Posted on: Wed, 12 Jun 2013 23:30:38 +0000
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