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Crafting Poetry in Prose
Exploring new thinking and creating shifts
I try and begin any project with this thought in mind:
I am a contributor. As a writer, creator, mother, daughter, friend, and teacher, I am making a contribution, for better or for worse, that will help me help others live freely.
I am poetic in nature. I am nature. I am poetry. I am.
I am deliberate and fluid. I am impatient and patient. I am the dualistic nature of Earth. I am the star. I am the hope. I am life.
No two writers write the same thing, but we will write what we feel. And if we feel the need to explain our writing to others, or explain who we are in relationship to our creativity, then we’re only insecure and impatient. When we write, and the words come freely as if by some poetic miracle, we will say that the muse is with us. We are the struggle and we are the ease.
Poetry is. It is the fractured existence of who we are, therefore, what we will become…
