I want to do something different today, with you. I was up in the middle of the night last night and was thinking about poetry. Ive never been a huge fan of poetry. It upsets me. I feel as someone who is creative I should have a better appreciation for it. Ive tried, but rarely does it move me (like a book or film do) as it I assume it should. Only lately have I been able to have some understanding of how I think it supposed to work. I suppose its a launching point of sorts, a few well placed, well timed words that set my imagination in motion. A coloring book of sorts, spaces and images defined by lines but there for me to give life, shades, color. (Hmmm, sounds a lot like life itself - maybe I am starting to understand it.) So I had this idea around 3:14 in the morning - the time having no particular meaning other than - well that was the time I looked at my clock. (Red digits illuminating the dark room - ahhh, theres some poetry!) A single line came to mind and I have no idea why - a first line of a poem I thought. The sunlight hit the window sill and the snow began to melt. Thats it. I had some more, but not as clear as that line. Mind you, its been almost 80 degrees here so I have NO IDEA of where this was coming from. I did however have an idea of what I wanted to do with it, immediately. Im putting that line out there for you. I want to write a community poem. Im sure some of you will complete it while others may offer only a single line or two, maybe only a word. What Im going to do is read through your comments and pick a few lines and build the poem. Might do it in one day, today and tomorrow, or maybe its something well do over the next few days, maybe even a week. The greater purpose of this, as it occurs to me, is to explore that connection we all share. Start with something common, a single line in a poem, and then from our collective imagination, turn it into something. Call it a bonding exercise, a community endeavor. Ill admit it feels all a bit silly, but Ive never held back from you what Im feeling as I feel it. And for some reason, this just feels... right. At least today. Im calling it 3:14 The sunlight hit the window sill and the snow began to melt... (Your turn)
Posted on: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 15:13:41 +0000
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