Hello every body; Friends. Likers. (OK, bikers too) First and Last time readers and all good people who read my poems and stories especially the people I see all the time who I feel I have a unique kinship with. It seems that they like my work almost as much as I do and I love my work. It’s nice to get the reassurance I get from you and I sincerely appreciate you.
When I read my stories and poems I’m almost always amazed that these words and these thoughts came out of me! WHERE DO THEY COME FROM, I constantly ask myself.
Enough! What I want to tell you all and everybody about is a rule I learned that served me well. A voice that tells me …….. “Leave it alone! Don’t fix it if it’s NOT BROKEN”
Wull, I just learned it again today but because I remembered too late I’ve reduced what I wrote to a shitty ‘over tweaked’ poem. Now I’m stuck. Embarrassed, fer crying out loud! … Jeeeze … I told Jodi it was like walking around with my fly open and part of a white shirt sticking out . Just enough to make it stupidly embarrassing, which iI feel.
So, here’s how it happened.
I was dozing, I had just started seeing the dark that comes before …. going under … not ‘sleep’ rather ‘going under’.
Ok so, I had just started to go under … to see the darkness encroach, when my phone whistles at me. Do you have a phone that whistles? Sounds like a bird? I don’t mind the sound but sometimes it’s pretty annoying.
My eyes flew open like somebody had just shot me between the eyes with a 22 calibre pistol.
Since I was lying on the couch by the sliding glass door, I turned my head and looked up at the trees.
They were swaying in the breeze, side to side, mostly green (but, turning color quickly), a gentle hiss, their hands moving to and fro touching as they passed by. The sky pale blue.
The reds and yellows were already being nudged off by the daily winds. Mostly reds and oranges. Leaves were falling through the air like giant colorful flakes of snow different colors mixing. Absolutely beautiful, of course.
Quick as a …. I can’t think of a metaphor or … are those things analogies?? “Quick as a … ,” So I guess I’ll say, “Quick as a motherfucker,” I grabbed my phone and wrote the poem below and it was beautiful … I really liked it. It’s not EXACTY the poem below. You’ll see.
The words flowed out of me. It was interesting to watch my finger tick on letters of words that I was thinking as the thoughts assembled themselves. I was outside of myself watching myself ‘hunt and peck’.
I liked the piece so, I transcribed it into the computer and posted it.
Within a short time I had 6 or 7 ‘Likes’ and that was cool. A couple of new people that I doubt will come back but so what? It’s still nice to see someone stop by, like what you’ve written, tell you they liked it then move on. It’s wonderful, in fact …
So since it was pretty good I thought I’d make it better so, I started tweaking it, making it more ‘logical’ … action proceeding in a straight line; idea, reason or reason idea blah blah … I began trying to fucking explain everything. Fuck that!
Pretty soon I had the damn thing so “F worded” up I almost cried and since I didn’t want to touch it because I kind of hated it, I left it here but … it’s SO EMBARRASSING that this innocent, beautiful poem became twisted, stupid and embarrassing.
So … apologize to those who read it, thought ‘Ewwww … ‘ and left never to be seen again.
So, the reason for all this bullshit is, I wanted to give you the rule for writing poetry I use all the time …. sometimes!!! … not always … this rule doesn’t work always … Nothing is right 100% of the time, right?
So as I mentioned already, here’s the rule again … listen the little voice that says, “Leave it alone, stupid. Don’t fix it if it isn’t broke!”(Not always! But, often enough).
The proof of the pudding is the following poem. God knows, you might like it but, originally I think it had an innocence and sense of power. Now all it is is some pretty words. Awwwww ….. Awwwww …
So, I hope you get some use out of my “know it all” advice.
For those who think I’m REALLY being stupid instead of just acting stupid, all I can say is ”Why don’t you go masturbate yourself!!?” Oops! … oh! jeeze! I’m sorry … !!! I’m really sorry! That happens all the time! I get so enthused. I can’t help it!
So, anyway, read on if you want to. ks … Ewwww ….
Thank you for your time and … I sell on ebay also so …. whoops! Did it again. Take care good people. With sweet love for you who I see often, you make my heart feel warm. Kurt