How wonderful this is and how I also love your description of allowing the insanity to unfold and then trying to beat it into shape. Excellent! Well done.
This is so great! I love the idea of going from carpenter to poet and over the years, chiseling away at an idea. You told me that your arms hurt after years as a carpenter and it reminded of Thoreau saying "my head is hands and feet." I like how long it takes to get to really do something and to use ourselves and and our heads to their limits! This is why the poem has so many possibilities.
The visual of the second stanza is fantastic! I love this all around. And the way it closes with the picture of the conductor snapping his baton. Love!
You must realize I hope that whatever its inception this is perfect. Both as an exegesis of poetry and expression of self. Wow.
(Have errands to run and busy day so meant to stop checking emails except from the kids. I stopped because I saw your name, Wes. So glad I did. I’m keeping this poem and printing it to keep in several of my poetry books I’ll specifically be giving to my children.)
Bat shit crazy looks good on you. Can’t say that about everyone.
I think that would make a great T-shirt, “I make batshit crazy look good”
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Oh, what a wonderful compliment Monica- you made my day.
This is a fantastic poem. I will read it over and let it settle. But yeah, geez Wes.
Thanks a bunch Jonathan.
glad you shared this one again! I would have missed it and that would be a shame.
That's a good wacky poem. thanks
How wonderful this is and how I also love your description of allowing the insanity to unfold and then trying to beat it into shape. Excellent! Well done.
Thank you for the comment April. I must have missed it but I caught it this time.
This is so great! I love the idea of going from carpenter to poet and over the years, chiseling away at an idea. You told me that your arms hurt after years as a carpenter and it reminded of Thoreau saying "my head is hands and feet." I like how long it takes to get to really do something and to use ourselves and and our heads to their limits! This is why the poem has so many possibilities.
ditto all over and thank you Jodie for the thoughtful comments.
The visual of the second stanza is fantastic! I love this all around. And the way it closes with the picture of the conductor snapping his baton. Love!
Thanks Brian. If I were to ever teach poetry, I would ask people to write a poem about how they would describe the "limits" of poetry.
You must realize I hope that whatever its inception this is perfect. Both as an exegesis of poetry and expression of self. Wow.
(Have errands to run and busy day so meant to stop checking emails except from the kids. I stopped because I saw your name, Wes. So glad I did. I’m keeping this poem and printing it to keep in several of my poetry books I’ll specifically be giving to my children.)
I am so glad it tickled you (and that I rank with the kids).