Some poets struggle to write something very beautiful.
They write down a thought,
extend it to a chain of thoughts by association,
erase what they don't want.
And then the work begins:
replacing words for images
using words that are rarely used and sound mystical.
It's quite a proces that leads often to something that is beautiful, not understood, or inspirational.
I think it's magnificent when someone can write like that.
It's not my way of dealing with poetry.
Part of it caused by the fact that english is not my main language.
My vocabulary is not large en diverse enough.
I can have a good conversation with people,
can teach, can do anything in english,
but that't it. No advanced poetry, no words others need to look up too
Today I saw the image of The Sunday Muse.
It touched me, and I had it journey through my thoughts and ripened in my mind.
And then... a haiku.
(Hope it is....)
You can find it >>> here <<< .
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