My daughter is currently practicing her monkey skills by standing on my thighs and linking her arms around my neck. Yes, and I am still typing. Do you see the dedication in action??
I did a rewrite of “The Corner Stand” last night of which I am quite proud. Publishing first drafts of poems here doesn’t seem like a big deal to me – it is nice to be able to share my initial fiddlings with poems – but something keeps me from posting the rewrites… especially when they are significant. I go back and forth on the topic – am I really jeopardizing my chances of poems being published? And even if I am, isn’t one of my reasons for writing poetry to have it be read? I don’t know – most poems I write are public poems. I am not much of a private poet (obviously) – I like sharing what has been revealed to me through poetry. It seems silly to me to not share my work when the likelihood most of them will see the light of day is so slim.
Like most things, I’ve over-thought this topic.
I have been working on assembling my first full-length collection of poems. It is a lot of fun to think about all of those separate files as one body of work. I thought it would be more difficult to see the arc (or vee, as it turns out) of my book, but I suppose because so many of my poems are autobiographical and narrative, it is easier to see common themes. All I really need to do is think about where I’ve been and determine which poems fit which stage of life 😉 Yeah, it isn’t that simple, but it sounds nice doesn’t it?
I have had a congested face for a few days and I’m getting tired of it. Who likes constant fog? Fog is only romantic and lovely if you are inside a clear-aired home, not driving through it in the mountains.