I’m not terribly happy with today’s poem-effort, Visitor’s Center, for Tupelo Press’s 30/30 project. Starting out, somehow my brain conjured an iambic pentameter line, which is, for the uninitiated, the 10-syllable phrase with alternating stresses that is standard English poetic meter. So I went with it, smoothing out the cadence where it needed it, but that always ends up making things sound a bit forced, or pruned. The nature of writing every day and thrusting it out there to the world means that some days will be much better than others. In contrast to earlier this week, when I wrote a couple decent poems in one day, for whatever reason, I could not generate very well and I was suddenly looking at the piece of paper with no idea of where to begin!
This may be because yesterday in my writing workshop, it was my turn to have one of the poems I submitted reviewed by the class and instructor. That’s usually the time when the blinders come off and any illusions I have had about how interesting or poetic my work is come to a screetching halt. This time was no exception, and rightfully so because I’d submitted a very early draft. Nevertheless, critique can close me down for a little while and I think it takes a little tiny bit of bravery to keep writing, every time.
As a reminder, the goal of this project is to help Tupelo raise money for it’s publishing endeavors. If you are able, consider giving $5 on my behalf to help out. Here is the link to their online donation system. Thanks!