Recent additions to life:
-Teaching American Lit & AP Lit/Comp
-Brown Belt in Kung Fu
-Single/New Apartment
-Reinvigorating my Poetic Spirit
I wrote this piece early yesterday. It began as a free-verse and went through many shifts, pauses, stops, and changes. And, at that final moment in time, yesterday, my eyes finally saw it for what it was becoming-- what it has now become, a "Concrete Poem."
This is a form I have very rarely wrote in since elementary school or workshops in college classes. It designed itself, however, as I wrote through my 2nd draft in pen and paper and ended up as the following below.
Can you see the images? What are they?
It is still a draft obviously, but it felt good to take creative ownership of my new space.
Could not quite get the right format below, so I also attached the above picture.
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Through the Gate
It has been a summer-spring of two years,
Two years of… Vertical
root vertical
feet
Vertical
trunk vertical
chest
Vertical
branches vertical
hands
And and
Vertical
leaves vertical
minds
gravity cannot
water
growth of be
out-longed
Still the or out-timed.
of vertical to now face
Two
years and force.
The
the
Leaves
minds
Branches
hands
Trunk
chest
Roots
feet
The
exiled-exhale of two twined lungs that now push out and away.
Chest
concave the
closing of eyes
Shoulders
dissolve and leading
to the closing of windows,
Ankles
sink doors,
and curtains.
Through
the gate, keys are re-exchanged and the unlocked becomes
once
again.
