Walk on Poet, Poem Loitering
When a poem is fixed on paper or somehow wound around in a digital file I think, “Well, it’s finished. Maybe I should text it around to my usual suspects.”
They suspect I refer to them that way. I find this crowd’s kindness a comfort and their shark-bite critical insights refreshingly awakening.
So I often wait to text a poem. Longer still to post one online. I loiter with a poem or let it develop a little like a good soup gets better in round two.
Truth is, the poem will get the post-writing treatment. I re-write, tweak, prune, over-haul, blend, or re-craft my work.
Usually this is for the better. I am pleased to process a poem this way. It took the necessary time to write it, no fudging. Times two or three to shuffle it around into its final form as stated above.
And that’s a bona fide final form. Almost ninety-plus percent of the time I smile and feel vindicated for giving a poem a going-over.
Smiles and the hands-on tick of time go into all my stuff. I have to like a poem for it to stick around.
I can’t efficiently produce great poetry, but I can craft something of a decent poem and always make it better with extra work. It’s still going to be just pretty good. But you can tell I had a good time making it real.
17 December 2018