On Writing Poetry

Kurt Schwitters abstractcriitcal.com

Kurt Schwitters
abstractcriitcal.com

No telling what
might prompt a poem
   A bit from the morning news
   A line from one poet or another
   A hoot in the middle of night
Poems need a prompt
No telling what

No telling where
words will float around
   Like balloons in some cartoon
   Like amoebae in some petri`dish
   Like dandelion fluff after noon
Float around til they land
No telling where

No telling why
some’ll come up lovely
   Lavender in a weeded garden
   A fine Spätlese from the Rhine
   A parable of unmerited grace
While some’ll simply die
No telling why

“If I made a chore of writing, my enthusiasm would die.
I make it an adventure every day.” ~ Willa Cather

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to On Writing Poetry

  1. Love this (and Cather. And Spätlese. And the hoots in the night, which are either the most prophetic or the most absurd.)

    Like

  2. your what, where and why are right on, for poetry always comes, it seems, from a wonderment

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