Monday, September 7, 2009

Anatomy of a Writer-or why poetry gets right to the heart of the matter.

Writers are  like sponges. We soak up a bevy of emotions in places, people and song that are stored  for use later in developing a character, or a setting.
It's a blessing and a curse;)

When I am stymied about something, stressed out, or just plain pissed (*gasp!) I turn to poetry. It's my release.  For some reason I am able to focus on specific emotions, ideas--take my feelings on a particular matter down to the proverbial gnat's eyebrow. I can get my tangled emotions on paper as it were where they are no longer clattering aimlessly in my brain.

My poetry accomplishments, largely kept hidden are designed for introspection, reflection, but I've had a few that have traveled the long and dusty road to publication. Yes, for a brief moment in time, I had a collection of poems published which actually received at least one great review before the publisher unfortunately closed their doors! LOL
But my inner poet was not to be silenced.;)
In the upcoming prologue for Winters Desire, for example, I wanted to write a poem that tried to capture the loneliness of a grief-stricken Druid priestess, as she faced another Winters Solstice with out her lover:(gratefully, my partners in this anthology liked it well enough to keep it ;))

"Hope reborn, come with the sun
dispel the chill of darkness
bright fire of dawn
reach to our hearts
burn bright of winter's desire

Enchanted stream of brilliant light
amid the crystal ground
dark traverse blending of the night
bring sweet lover's kiss
burn bright of winter's desire.

No wanderer's curse
be he thus beckoned
a slave to passion’s fire
return his head, upon my breast
burn bright of winter's desire."
For me poetry alleviates many a stress, its rhythmic tone--to read or write-helps my perspective, at times has inspired a story or captured the essence of a story.
With fall comes a natural time of reflection--a time to regroup , take a deep breath and look around us.
So this week I'm dubbing POETRY WEEK!   I'll be sharing a few of my original work as well as some of my fav poets. Some of those include Edgar Allen Poe, W.B. Yeats, Maya Angelou and Robert Frost .
Feel free to comment on them or if you'd like to send me a poem you've written, I'd be happy to post it. Send to amanda at amandamcintyre dot net   Do you enjoy poetry? If so, who would you recommend or what is your favorite poem?
Amanda

8 comments:

Cecile said...

Well, you have named some of my favorite one's as well. But I do enjoy it very thoroughly. I use to write when I was a teenager... then as I got older, it faded from me and would only come to me when things happened in my life. But I love reading and writing it!
It does something for the soul... to put it from mind to pen... or computer. I am one who will encourage anyone to just write it down. It does not matter if no one will ever see it, you will feel a weight lifted from writing it down!!

And what a wonderful piece Amanda! Truly!
I hope you had a great weekend!

Amanda McIntyre said...

agree Cecile, there is something absolutely freeing in picking up a pen and writing poetry.
I hope you might consider sharing one of yours!

Anyone? Anyone? Bueller...Bueller...
A.M.

Mari said...

My favorite poet is Rainer Maria Rilke and Octavio Paz.

Tough to say which poem is my favorite though! One of the Poems by Rilke that stands out is The Panther, a sad lament about a wild jungle cat that was captured and now lives behind bars in a zoo.
No More Cliches is one of my faves by Paz, about the Cliches used to describe a woman's beauty and the throes of love, but how they are nonethless true...LOL

Amanda M said...

Hey Mari
is No more cliches pg13 enough to post??
I'd love to read that!!!

A.M.

Barbara said...

Hey Amanda! I loved the poem. I have to be honest, I don't really read poetry. I know, I know, shame on me. It's just I never actually tried to. Never bought a book of poetry or anything. I need to try and find a nice romantic one!

Mari said...

No More Cliches


Beautiful face
That like a daisy opens its petals to the sun
So do you
Open your face to me as I turn the page.

Enchanting smile
Any man would be under your spell,
Oh, beauty of a magazine.

How many poems have been written to you?
How many Dantes have written to you, Beatrice?
To your obsessive illusion
To you manufacture fantasy.

But today I won't make one more Cliché
And write this poem to you.
No, no more clichés.

This poem is dedicated to those women
Whose beauty is in their charm,
In their intelligence,
In their character,
Not on their fabricated looks.

This poem is to you women,
That like a Shahrazade wake up
Everyday with a new story to tell,
A story that sings for change
That hopes for battles:
Battles for the love of the united flesh
Battles for passions aroused by a new day
Battle for the neglected rights
Or just battles to survive one more night.

Yes, to you women in a world of pain
To you, bright star in this ever-spending universe
To you, fighter of a thousand-and-one fights
To you, friend of my heart.

From now on, my head won't look down to a magazine
Rather, it will contemplate the night
And its bright stars,
And so, no more clichés.

Amanda McIntyre said...

That is fabulous, Mari! It says so much!
and who wrote this?

A.M.

Mari said...

Octavio Paz wrote this poem. He passed on a few years ago, he is one of my favorite poets.