I’m ankle-deep in the exercise of this year’s National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). I always find it an interesting experience to write a poem on the same day that I work on a fiction, which is not to imply that they are not both truthful. However, the processes are different. As Umberto Eco pointed out – with a poem you go where the words take you and with a fiction you go where the story takes you. I’ve also had the experience of writing the poem and then no longer having the need to write the fiction.
A Distant Sky*
old woman speaks
of her great tests,
each word dropping
like a leaf in autumn,
bronzed and crisp
and coming to rest in
memory, waiting and
waiting for the day
and the pen and the
restoration of her life
* A Distant Sky is the working title of my NaNo exercise. The major protagonist is already real to me.
© 2018, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved
ABOUT
Poet and writer, I was once columnist and the associate editor of a regional employment publication. Currently I run this site, The Poet by Day, an information hub for poets and writers. I am the managing editor of The BeZine published by The Bardo Group Beguines (originally The Bardo Group), a virtual arts collective I founded. I am a weekly contributor to Beguine Again, a site showcasing spiritual writers.
My work is featured in a variety of publications and on sites, including: Levure littéraure, Ramingo’s Porch, Vita Brevis Literature,Compass Rose, Connotation Press, The River Journal, The Bar None Group, Salamander Cove, Second Light, I Am Not a Silent Poet, Meta / Phor(e) /Play, and California Woman
hi jamie hope you receive this note ..trying to correct the comment box link
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I don’t see the poem here, but I read it with great please in your message on Facebook.
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I uploaded it three times it vanished somewhere I think there is a clash in my email password on wordpress Insha allah will try again soon
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Technology is a mixed blessing. 🙂 Frustrating, huh?
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As my Muse keeps knocking at my door, I cannot sleep. I arose.And found these words to keep. Thankyou “Life is made up of small comings and goings and for everything we take with us, we leave a part of ourselves behind” – Summer of 42
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All the best for your project! That’s one beautiful poem.
Your determination towards writing is so inspiring. 💫
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Thank you, Sana.
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