By Home Whole Swallowed
Poem #2 from "Written by a Poem"
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Hey there,
Pumpkin season's in full swing outside. But back in my place it's rather pumping lines season.
"Pumping lines season", gosh, that's a weak one.
But it's what I do, alright! As shared last time, I tend to write in settings similar to those of my poems.
For "Lines Unrhymed" it was jazz bar. Now it's home. Hence, I spent a lot of time here, relentlessly putting words in places and getting distracted by this little guy.
Anyway, let's get into the poem, shall we?
*Oh, if you're new to my newsletter you'd really want to check out "Lines Unrhymed" first. Both poems are part of my upcoming collection "Written by a Poem" which follows a storyline.
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Behind the Lines
The apartment as a wild beast in the first stanza
I can't be the only one feeling this way, right? Getting so stuck in a dreadful routine that I'm sick of just coming back home preparing to do it all over tomorrow and being drained by the mere thought.
Two references in the second stanza
🎵 "You can't start a fire without a spark" 🎵
Told you the lyrics of this song were a source of inspiration last time out. Well, they have been once more.
But in my head I also made the reference to a poem I wrote about 3 years ago – "Which Path Do You Choose?"
Are you even a serious writer if you don't reference your own work?
The couple – Loneliness & Doubt
While it's not a reference, I liked the idea Steinbeck had with the following sentence in East of Eden – "Fear and hate coupled and filled the land with fear and hate."
So I borrowed and adapted it to my needs for this context.
A detail you've missed – corresponding lines rhyme in stanzas 5 and 6
It was never the point for you to see the detail anyway, but to feel it.
Within the stanzas themselves I've used some lower levels of rhyme, but if you read the corresponding lines you'll find they fit much better (phased-in/spreading, raging/pages, mind/bind, eyes/goodbye).
Rhyme hangs 'round at all times. It's just that the poet doesn't see it still. Or as Canetti once said, he's got "a head full of stars, just not in constellation yet."
Sometimes wordplay is as important as the words being laid. Get it?My new go-to artist I listen to while writing
That’s all folks.
Time to get, umm, by road whole swallowed? I’m on a streak of bad puns.
But yeah, next time the poet will be travelling!