1. Jacky
    October 12, 2017 @ 8:39 pm

    I need to write stuff that makes you see the world differently.

    What is; what we wish were.
    We live in 2 worlds: There’s a hard factual world of immutable fact. of gravity, of food and shelter, of life and colour and wind in the trees (lots of that today!) A world we all share because we must.
    There’s a soft social world of relationships, of supposition and politics and life and love. A world where we share glimpses of each other’s experience.
    Which life is real?
    How can I help you understand my hard world?
    How can you help me understand your soft world?

    I need to write stuff that makes me see the world differently.

  2. hannah atkinson renglich
    October 12, 2017 @ 9:42 pm

    Weaving Poems

    I want to write poems
    that taste like salt
    and honey like
    the best kind of medicine
    known to every
    I want to find
    words waiting for
    me under rocks
    hanging from
    tree branches
    dazzling dappled
    just under
    the surface of waters
    or jumping out from
    under your tongue
    I want metaphor
    wrapping me up
    cozy and warm
    on the couch at
    day’s end
    alliteration abounding at
    autumn’s arrival
    and the creative release
    of tension through sweet
    enjambment I
    want to wash
    the day’s debris off
    with a shower of
    beautiful words
    and unlock deeper
    meaning with the
    soft click of my pen
    and comfort of cadence
    I want to write
    a verse that lives
    beyond me
    belongs to all
    becomes its own
    I want poems to
    be the vast silk
    web that invisibly
    bind me to
    my life and
    that you might
    if you squint
    be able to see the
    strands glimmer in
    the sunlight
    but only

  3. Judith chandler
    October 15, 2017 @ 7:01 pm

    Adrienne Rich poem is moving, topical in places. Other parts are timeless. I’m guessing she wrote in the 50s. Maybe 60s. Thanks, Chris.

  4. Laura Berton
    October 17, 2017 @ 2:39 am

    I want to write poems that lick at my toes, the water lapping at the shore of my being.

    I want to write poems that inspire me to be the best person I can be, and in turn inspire others to look in the mirror each morning and declare: “I’M WORTH IT!”
    I’m worth loving, and living, and receiving all the good I deserve and more.

    I want to write poems that ignite my soul, light the belly on fire, give it wings to fly and roots to ground.

    I want to write poems with leaves that unfurl, beautiful words waiting like dewdrops to be received by the reader.

    I want to write poems with branches that reach higher than the eye can see, above the earth and the atmosphere, yet remind us that we are insignificant, majestic beings, existing on this pale blue miraculous dot.

  5. Crystal
    October 18, 2017 @ 4:55 pm

    Thanks everyone, I love these.

    I want to write poems that…
    Take me to the weird and wonderful places of my dreams
    Scare me and amaze me and make me wonder WTF? Where did my brain find that?
    Allow me to delve into the inner workings of my mind, so dark and foul I can’t disguise (Lyric from Ms Mr, Hurricane that just popped into my mind there)
    Let me explore my secrets, desires, fears, and maybe even share them, but say “it isn’t real, it was just a weird dream”

    I want to write poems that…
    Give me some relief, release, refreshment, retaliation, and resitution
    Revitalize a part of my creative psyche that has been hibernating for too long
    Clear my head of fog and frustration and let me embrace the day unencumbered by the words that bog me down when unspoken, or unwritten as the case may be.

    (I have just begun to re-ignite my inner poet, and I am using my dreams as prompts, thus the inspiration for the above)

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