I took this photo when I visited Emily's house in April, 2010. |
I was reminded of something Emily
Dickinson taught me.
For those who don’t know, I make
treks to poets’ homes. To me, visiting the homes of fellow word-lovers is like
visiting the great cathedrals or other holy spaces. I have literally felt the
presence of the word-artists when in their space.
On my second visit to Emily’s home I
learned this: the poems we read of hers oftentimes have several different
versions. If you look at her handwritten versions, she had a habit of writing a
+ sign by a word she wasn’t sure was “the best word” and then would list in the
margins other words she might use instead.
It takes away lots of the judgment
and hesitation, interesting – sort of like ths poem I wrote today
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The image is from Mark Haley. The image prompting came from Magpie Tales from poet Tess Kincaid. |
Promise
breathes within the bleak sky
burnished
grasses
the
rarely walked upon path -
barren
trees sing, even when naked of leaves -
clouds
pause -
hesitate
before leaving -
wait
before dropping
their
punctuation upon -
this
sacred scene
I have two words I am still not
completely satisfied with:
1.
this sacred + space (Other
possibilities) dreary, desolate, serene, unruffled
2.
barren trees sing, even when naked+
of leaves – (other possibilities) exposed by lack, unprotected, thirsty for
I will continue to play with these
words, perhaps trying a variety of compositions. You may try this out when you
write a poem and are not quite ready to publish it, shuffle the word
combinations to see which you like best. You also may try it out by not
changing a thing and letting go of those other words.
Recognize alongside me: I am
completely content with what I have published on my poetry blog yet I also know
there may be another version waiting to be birthed, to teach me something I
have yet to know.
October begins tomorrow.
OctPoWriMo begins tomorrow.
I look forward to this journey
(adventure, passage,quest, challenge) with you.
-- Julie Jordan Scott