I knew I wouldn't be very good at this =]

No good at keeping up with journal-type things. Mostly because I haven't been doing a huge amount work that I am proud of. Poems really do go over my head, even when I am the one writing them.

But I've written quite a few at the request of David Morley. This week's have kind of been put off to the last minute as I have felt little inspiration for writing poetry, and instead have been working on my novel-in-progress. But inspiration did strike me tonight for the haiku we're meant to write, but I'll have to put up the photo tomorrow as the lighting is no longer right for such things. If I'm not still feeling unwell I'll get up early to catch the early morning light and hope and pray it's not raining again! And hope that my idea works, otherwise I'm going to be putting it on a post-it note and sticking it somewhere random.

As for the poem we started last week and had to re-work, I decided to go with the very first draft in the end, as it seemed most immediate. And, well, quite honestly, most technically good, to my eyes. Poetry = hard.

Mushrooms, mulch and moss;

Damp golden and brown.

Dying, living, reborn: tossed

And collected in Jacob's box.

That is what I saw in my metre squared. Entirely true. Might as well have a bit of fun with this if I'm not going to get a load of deep meanings from it, right?

As for walking poem, that will be done tonight as I rush towards anime and manga society. Will cause for interesting hand-writing, no doubt. Hopefully will still be legible.

Anyway, must be off, more lungs to cough up.

Regards.

: 21 Oct 2008 18:10 |  Tags: Poem Writing |  Comments (0) |  Report a problem