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Case ([personal profile] case) wrote in [community profile] fandomsecrets2013-11-06 06:36 pm

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Poetry

(Anonymous) 2013-11-07 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
I suppose I have a sort of weird method of creating poetry. It's never really a concerted desire to set out and make a poem. I get this rhythm in my head, like listening to a stream or river and hearing its unique pattern. There aren't any words, yet, just vague emotions, and a feel about the structure of a line. Then a single word comes into my head, and the rest of the poem is structured around that word. Writing is like a compulsion, because the poem fights to get out.

Here's one I created this evening. It's kind of crappy, but I feel like I got the imagery and sentiment in my head.

Anybody want to share their poetry here?

because we are all undone
because this is the last verse unsung
because the sky crawls slowly behind the sun
because what's is last and first is done
because from the tree a man is hung
and from his lips a prayer is strung
because at the end i will have won.
because

we are always forever unmade.