to write gather
words into a coffee can drop them
onto the white paper
sometimes we are
pleasantly surprised to find we have actually created poetry
collect nouns and verbs show
action tell a tale
be it true or something from the brain’s
closet carefully folded away
saved from long ago for
this very day waiting for the
right time to appear
maybe several stories in one surprise
yourself sit down at the
loom
and weave the
threads of different colors together create
one story
someone’s ending another’s
beginning who knew
where the story would take you where it would go what
would be revealed
does truth matter I
think not telling
your story is the goal
slight of hand now
you see it now you don’t
gather words in a coffee can
drop inky black onto white paper
a story of snow and dark shadows
12 comments:
Nice haiku! I am usually drinking coffee when I write, so the coffee can made perfect sense along with the darkness of the words on paper. I am usually surprised with what appears when I write. I don't know where it comes from.
Well, I certainly saw it, then I didn't - then I did again as I wove your words together. Great fun!
I love the thought of the smoke and mirrors... maybe the truth is what the reader finds..
I love this, the act of creation like weaving and/or a magician. Wonderful!
Weaving colors together is a wonderful analogy to creating stories. I love this, Annell!
I lived with a weave for one summer. She had a huge loom and I could just sit and watch. We watched one show together each week, when I was off work. I only lived there a couple months.
Who knows where any story goes? Our own, or just one we concoct.
It is interesting what we choose to tell. What we choose to keep as a special part of our story, just for ourselves.
Very nice. What do you call this style of writing?
Dwight
Poetry is often like this but always pleasantly surprising, even if its only a phrase or a line. We can come back to them and find something to love, to change or to edit out. I love the loom metaphor, Annell, and the haiku is inspired.
" gather words into a coffee can"
Luv this step, gathering here is really accumulating: life's experiences, is living, is storing, nuturing all of these actions: steps to the poem; and it's mystery: what will it be
Much😍love
Loving this.....especially these words "sit down at the loom and weave." Words in a coffee can.....smiling I am at your description of the creative process. And it is so true, at least for me. Sometimes I'm amazed at what comes out on the paper -- where did that come from??? A weaver of words :)
brilliant!!
I captured the essence of how a writer feels, sometimes pleasantly surprised by herself.
love the contrast between white snow and dark coffee, its very inspirational to me.
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