I am realizing that writing free verse is an integral part of my writing structured verse. In fact, I’m noticing that when I fail to spend some time exploring free verse, my structured verse suffers miserably and my overall creative flow backs up like a plugged toilet. Not a pleasant sensation.
I stumbled across some notes in an old composition book tonight and decided to flush them out a bit.
Maybe this
Maybe this is what I must do
read tangible silence
let my mind work over
stories fables histories
discoveries metered lore
climb
down
ladders of
thought
line by
line
until at last she stands on
something
soft
forgiving
easy
and is lulled to rest
in the roaring quiet of
contemplation
