tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13069639.post6705467075141986521..comments2023-10-22T08:07:42.098-04:00Comments on https://poetrynest.blogspot.com: ShalomPaterika Hengreaveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09296611217840599396noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13069639.post-65001817375008469122007-09-07T15:02:00.000-04:002007-09-07T15:02:00.000-04:00Paterika, you must have read my mind. Yesterday I...Paterika, you must have read my mind. Yesterday I sieved through some of my old images of things old or old fashion and decided to write some poems to them. My aim is to write 25 poems.<BR/><BR/>Well, let see what happens.<BR/><BR/>Novels, especially fiction books I cannot stand. Non-Fiction I can deal with because I can learn something from it. <BR/><BR/>But Poetry is a different animal. I love it. One can in two verses tell a story. No long 200 plus page book is needed. <BR/><BR/>Your poem above is quite lovely. Lovely in the way you can create a particular sonnet and with the marriage text create a thoughtful portrayal of a calamity. The poem gets better the more times you read it.<BR/><BR/>I write poetry myself but I have not been doing so lately at all. Motivation and inspiration is vital for me. And after loosing many of my poems while moving some years ago, I became cold to poetry. But now and then I see some images that evoke something in me and I have to write something on them.<BR/><BR/>There is a photographer on Flickr that does some crazy fresh things with photography. So I quite naturally wrote a few poems to some of her work. <A HREF="http://www.flickr.com/photos/halfpinay/204356427/in/set-72157594344818041/" REL="nofollow">Runaway Slave</A> was one of them, even though it is a revised one from one I did in 1984. <A HREF="http://www.flickr.com/photos/halfpinay/186553587/in/set-72157594207581470/" REL="nofollow">Hung Clothes</A> was done because I see meaning in everything, even when others do not see it. And <A HREF="http://www.flickr.com/photos/halfpinay/190508205/in/set-72157594207581470/" REL="nofollow">Old Wood</A> came out of my love for wooden houses. <BR/><BR/>I love sonnets and old literature and understand why folks love form in poetry. But I am more of a Langston Hughes, wild but controlled in free verse.<BR/><BR/>PEACE.iqpLENShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15521839116477683470noreply@blogger.com