Poet William Stafford’s thought that poems come from our souls and must be written down as soon as possible rings true to me. Many times i have responded to occasions of joy or grief, confusion or despair with a poem that lays my feelings right out there. You?
My sentence poems are minor emergencies that delight and relieve my soul, both at the moment they float or pop into my brain and when i read them over time. Here are a few recent ones. Can you spot the haiku?
You needed my listening heart and i threw you a Bible verse (sorry). (Philippians 4:6-7)
Around 4am i carry the recycling bin out to beat the early bird collector guys, enjoy with a gasp the starry sky, and then, when the strange scream of coyotes breaks the cold air, scurry into my house and lock the door.
i forced myself to stop reading the book so i could go and write one.
Only i know that my faded ribbon is lavender; everyone else thinks it’s gray.
i feel at one with all people whether they like it or not.
Firmly in the grip of aging, i am preparing myself to listen and not hear everything, to look and not fully perceive.
Oh, that goofy aftermath when you’ve said you didn’t care about something and then realize you do.
The empty nothingness of our chance meeting hurt.
A dozen plump robins pecking breakfast on the path bring joy to my heart.
i fix my oatmeal adding raisins and almonds and smother it with dark, rich molasses, then put honey in my turmeric tea and think of all the people who will starve to death this day.
My planned schedule is way behind, but i will get back on it as soon as i write these two poems.
Read more sentence poems here.
Comments? Do you write poems? What do you think about Stafford’s description of a poem? Do you identify with any of my sentence poems above? Feel free to offer a poem that has come to you…