From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #47 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Sunday, June 7 1998 Volume 01 : Number 047 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Re: how do you [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: Poetry ideas [Rhino ] ET: yadda yadda [Angeljlb96@aol.com] ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #45 [vonfam@rapfire.net] ET: new guy [genben@usa.net] Re: ET: My piece for ANWA contest [Edangel@aol.com] ET: the writing process [Erik Johnson ] ET: How I write... [Lucky997@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 5 Jun 1998 21:40:22 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: Re: how do you I was wondering how everyone writes their poems? I usually have a phrase, or a few words that I have in my head that I really want to use, and then the rest just flows out with it. Then I read over it the following day, and take out what I think is terrible, and put in any further details or descriptions, and then....voila! It's a Jon Hamilton original. :) Hey, Hmmm that was interesting (so far) reading how people write their poems. I can't say I'm quite so crafty in how I think mine up (and that probably makes them come out not so well as they could be). Usually, I see something (say a variety of things around my house that set a certain mood), feel something (quite often lonliness or ecstasy) dream of something (anything of course) sense something and want to express it, am inspired by an experience or mood or another song/poem...yeah that's the basic start-off. Now what's different for me here is I don't let it just sit in my head, cause usually my head gets filled with lines and thoughts and ideas and if I don't spill it out soon then it's lost (and quite often it flows too quickly and I lose much of it anyway). There is one problem I have, and that is making it good without making it rhyme (you may have noticed I haven't achieved that point yet). And making it rhyme often creates a block, which is not a good thing cause it stops everything that's still coming. Now most often I get inspired at night, probably cause that's when I slow down and have time to think, also cause I'm a real night person (who seems to like writing about the sun and the day and the stars and the sea--have you noticed?). Often it's all on a particular subject (I'm sure I'm not the only one here) and sometimes it seems forced--cause of trying to express something with words that I can't grasp and it's almost inexpressible--and though I write a lot it's all through wanting to (NEEDING to is more like it), not from some set schedule or something. I have one qualm which is probably more like a problem, and that is I don't usually like editing my poems much. Unless they're horrible or I think of more to add, I kind of seem to have this idea that it came out that way for a reason. Well I think this is enough said for now, but if you really wanna know more I'll tell as usual. Now for the poems. :) I tried to send em earlier but my email wouldn't send. Sam the ? seawater angel The mockingbird perches so on the patio chair and flies up into the sky White specked wings, oh how it sings I wish for its freedom & curious eye The planes drone far overhead and a fountain tries making suburbs serene While the birds talk all around I wonder why they stay where so little is green Orange ceramic clock on a plaster wall Shows an hour, predicting the weather Pie tins glint in the sun from where they're hung On trees to keep off birds with light feathers The wind still carries mellow windchime tunes And starts up in a swift mind taking sweep to thrive Flowers in clay pots flutter silk wings Stems digging down to dirt that will keep & survive Fences block houses and blot out the hills Cepent carpets a June bug's florescent green path Barbeque sauce mingles with sweet bending ferns and everything feels the sun's wrath I watch my feet travel the pavement Silver toenails skipping over streaming ants The grass in formed plots pretending it's not And my blue plastic pen saying what it can't SM June 05 1998 Fiday She looks to the sun and she can almost see the pulse of living daylight She looks to the wind and it carries her up into currents of blue and gold She looks to the sky and it lifts her soul off the ground and into its realm - --to stretch above the rays - --beating down on her back She looks to the rain and it tells her all there is to come falling cool on her face She looks to the flowers that landscape the horizon and bring her fields of earth hues She looks to the trees that embrace her with falling leaves and hold her with timeless wood - --and she sees in the stars - --what the silence cannot show SM June 05 1998 Friday moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 5 Jun 1998 22:46:27 -0700 From: Rhino Subject: ET: Poetry ideas Hi all, I'm new to the thoughts list, so hello, and I'll try not to be a thorn in anyone's side! :) I just wanted to say that for me poetry is more of a feeling than an idea. I keep a journal for myself, and instead of the whole "Dear Diary" type thing, I write my thoughts and feelings each day. The poetry comes so easily it's stunning. And who needs an idea? Anything inside you can be birthed by hungry hands, if you just stick a pen between your fingers. Well, that's all for now. Sorry for rambling! Keep smiling, Ryan The jagged little angel Jewel Standing By http://fly.to/jewel.jk ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 6 Jun 1998 05:19:10 EDT From: Angeljlb96@aol.com Subject: ET: yadda yadda HI everyone... Jon...thank you...it was for you anyway, now put the whip away, we have guests =) I suppose poetry just comes to me...could be a line...could be a feeling. Hell it could be just the forceful way Jon beats it out of me, but it just comes naturally. Speaking of which...I feel one coming on now...but if it sucks...it's 4 am...gimme a break, and like I said...blame it on Jon. Dawn creeps up on the moonlit sky, and my eyelids slowly fall. a cold and damp floor a naked tired girl a lonely teardrop falls and my heart betrays me once again. There's a voice in my soul that yearns to be heard my thoughts remain unseen unsung unsought so I allow my vague smile to fall apart and my worn out face to become tattered as I come to the conclusion that everything fades in time. Okay...so that pretty much sucked, but you guys can live, cuz it was on a whim...so it needs a title!! I'll call it "In Time" unless somebody has a better idea. Talk to you later! Love, Jamie *the everyotherday angel (of light)*<~~~recently added thru nagging of friends =) ~Why do I still miss being at your house in your room in your mind~ Dayna Manning ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 06 Jun 1998 00:08:12 -0500 From: vonfam@rapfire.net Subject: ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #45 > I was wondering how everyone writes their poems? Sometimes i'll get a phrase in my head, and decide I want to use it in a poem...but I usually get so wrapped up in it once I get started, I forget to use the phrase I started with. Most of the time I'm either feeling something I need to get out...or I just need a release...then I just start writing, and what comes out comes out. :) truly~ Naomi the unknown angel naomisplace@angelfire.com ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 06 Jun 1998 13:22:09 From: genben@usa.net Subject: ET: new guy Hi there, Well, I just joined the list (I've been meaning to for a while), and I know that it is customary to hang around for awhile before posting, but I couldn't resist. Anyway, I thought that the best way to introduce myself would be by sharing a poem, so I picked the one I sent in to the contest. Giant waves crash down My shoulders wet with burden not my own Laden with loss and good-byes Sweating bullets of sorrow My brow damp with despair Breathing in a heavy, mildewy smoke of anguish Picking the dirt of disillusionment from under other people's fingernails Forlorn in a way that, strangely, Leaves me satisfied for the swords of unhappiness Glance off of my Impervious Armor of Tranquility Even though that isn't the best representation of what I write, it's still one of my all time favorites. Anyway, hello to you all. Peace and Love, ben ____________________________________________________________________ Get free e-mail and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=1 ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 6 Jun 1998 12:14:42 EDT From: Edangel@aol.com Subject: Re: ET: My piece for ANWA contest >I was wondering how everyone writes their poems? When I sit down to write, I light some candles and mix up a drink to help clear my head of all problems and help me be more emotional. Then I write the emotions I want to convey almost as a story. If they pour out in rhyming couplets, great. If not, no concern. Then I put it away for a few days. Later, I go back and try to fit the feelings into the appropriate rhyme, meter, language and cadence. I admit it's slow, but I rarely have a piece I'm not proud of. I guess this seems a lot like how most of you write, too. Well, for me, I dont have to really be at any one place, or be surrounded by any setting. But, I dont often like to write when I'm around a bunch of people I know....strangers passing by are alright, if I was at the park...or downtown...sitting in the square. I have often sat at a computer and poured out many things....most of them were silly though~giggles~ a little on the nutty side. But most of my writings, are witten when I am alone, and in thought.....with no distractions.... Kristina ~angel dancing with the stars~ ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 6 Jun 1998 16:03:43 -0700 (PDT) From: Erik Johnson Subject: ET: the writing process > How do you write your poetry? The writing process that I use is really no process at all and really, I never write poems in any kind of reliable schedule or pattern. Sometimes, just sometimes, I get this... feeling bubbling up, almost as a scream that I can not vocalize. It has sent me hiking to the peaks of mountains in 80mph winds and has had me risk my life for no particular reason on numerous accounts. In those times, maybe one in a hundred, I must write. It is insatiable and no matter what there is or might come, I am useless until I obey. So I sit down somewhere and my heart flows from my pen or pencil down onto the paper and there it stays, but it's like blood, the more you give, the more comes out, the more is produced, and sometime, just sometime, I am joyous, sometimes joyous. Erik The Idealistic Angel _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 6 Jun 1998 19:11:06 EDT From: Lucky997@aol.com Subject: ET: How I write... Hey guys~I really like this thread. When I write, I just start with an emotion. I feel something and then the words start pouring out of me, sometimes I don't even realize what I've written. I'll look down after and read it, and be like,"Hey, did I write that?" But that's just me, I'm a kook. : ) Melissa ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #47 *********************************