I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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22 December 2017

Random

Letting the pen flow
any old where across the mind
(you thought I’d say ‘page’, but
no, it’s the mind that the pen
– my pen – traverses at
random) I find myself
in glades of light, filtering
through tall, leafy trees –
in this country, we don’t
do deciduous, and anyway,
now is summer, and we feast
on and in the sunlit green.

Or I find myself (at
the tip of my flowing pen)
in deep, dark caves, which
nevertheless spell ‘home’, being
womb-like. Or else I wander
to a phone-call from a brother,
wishing me Happy Solstice.
(Will you fly? he asks.) 
I like the randomness of things,
of scribbling, though we pretend
there is order and reason. Ha!
My pen knows better. And my mind.


Written in response to a prompt from Karin Gustafson at 'imaginary garden with real toads', Writing Exercise (For Days of Little Time/ No Muse) in which we are asked to think of a letter, then a word, and go-go-go. 

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    1. Oh, thank you! That puts a big smile on my face.

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  2. brilliant write

    SEASONS GREETINGS

    much love...

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  3. I love where your pen takes you........and I love "will you fly?" Wonderful!

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  4. Wonderful-- agree with Sherry--really terrific. k.

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  5. The pen flowing across the mind and the womb-like caves are my fav lines here. I think there is power in capturing the little unsorted things

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    1. Nice phrase: ' the little unsorted things'.

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  6. I love the way you wrote your poem about the exercise, letting your pen be your guide, and the asides make it a conversation between you and me as well as you and your pen, Rosemary! I also love the 'deep, dark caves, which nevertheless spell ‘home’'. Happy Solstice!

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  7. This is absolutely brilliant!❤️ I love the idea of having a conversation with our pen as we allow it to guide us through the writing process. Beautifully done, Rosemary!❤️

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  8. Oh the adventures our pens can lead us on, if we let them!

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  9. Brilliant! Provided inspiration for me to pen a poem this morning, will see.

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  10. I love this Rosemary. Being one of those who write my poems in my head without pen, I still enjoy reading "where my pen takes me".

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  11. I love the fact that you let the pen writing about the process of writing... it's like giving the pen your voice.

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  12. Random can me a lovely thing, when it comes to the mind and pens and pages of poetry.

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  13. I also like the randomness of things, Rosemary.

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