Evolution of a Poem

For this week, I thought it might be interesting to look at the changes a poem can go through. This is the original handwritten version and then the typed version. My writer’s group gave me some suggestions as well, then it appeared on my page last Friday in its current form.

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Poem: Streaming Memories

Here is the Friday poem, please feel free to share.

StreamingMemories

Of Time and Memory

Oneonta
“What was and is, always will be,
but what about what will be?
Is it happening concurrently?
Have I slipped this time stream unaware?”
 
From the poem, “Time, Free Will, and our Monomyth,”
in my book, “A Sanctuary Built of Words.”
 
I’ve been fascinated by the interplay of time and memory for as long as I can recall. It started, perhaps, with the Science Fiction and Fantasy reading I did in middle school. From the book “A Wrinkle in Time” by Madeleine L’Engle to the more recent, brilliant movie, “Arrival,” based on a Nebula awarding winning story by Ted Chiang, I have been inspired by the stories people have written related to these concepts.
 
I know smells and musical rhythms can be powerful aids in recalling memories but can a simple change in elevation or even the rhythm of driving around mountains work the same way? Perhaps. It seemed to me that as we drove into the Catskills this past weekend, it began to “feel” more like home.
 
It felt a little like I was experiencing a tesseract, Madeleine L’Engle’s concept for a wrinkle in the space-time continuum. Like I was peering through a door in the hills, back toward my childhood. It turned into a poem, of course, which I plan to post on Friday.

Poem: Suspended Sentence (Reprised)

Sometimes the right words just won’t come out, we just don’t know what to say. As always, feel free to share.

Suspended Sentence

Poem: Holding Space (reprised)

I wrote this poem for a friend a couple of years ago when he was going through a tough time but it seems like a number of friends could use it these days. Please feel free to share it with your friends.

HoldingSpace