Poet

Words written down carefully, or wilflully, then edited with care, this is how my poetic words come to be. Writing in response to what life gives me, in many forms.

Sometimes that thing may be a writing prompt given by another person, other times it may be something I see or hear. And as a published poet, having more poetry in print and available to others people for purchase, well that’s part of the job, isn’t it?

It’s not my favourite part and a great many other poets might say the same. The moment when the Muse enters your mind and the words flow and flow, saying just what you want or need to say, what a blissful time!

It doesn’t happen every time the poet sits down to write ‘a poem’ though. And some poems will come to you when you’re doing something completely not sitting there ready to write a poem. But as I’ve grown into my life of ‘Being A Poet’ I’ve certainly learned that the more you think about a broad range of things, and write about what you see, and how you’re thoughs respond to that, then the more ideas and phrases even for poems will pop into your head, wherever you might be.

I might see something, and take a photo of it, because it was ‘pretty’ or interesting, and just leave that image, only to notice it again at a latter time, and the thoughts and ideas blend together, and suddenly you’re writing a poem you hadn’t been expecting to write, and it is a wonderful thing!

Such poems can become the brightest and best poem in your new poetry collection, and while not all of the other poems measure up, it sheds light on what else you write and brings more interest from potential, or (hopefully) actual purchases and readers!

Other times, the words thought on and written may never be presented to another person, and that’s OK. The thought processes involved lead to the strengthening of your inner critic’s abilities, and you learn more about what is going to be a poem worth spending time on to ‘get right’, and which may not be worth bothering about at the time.

All of the words written down though are steps toward you end goals, which are getting poems ‘out there’ and shared with your audience!

That audience may be fellow members of a writing group, they may be family and/or friends, They may be the general public at a poetry reading, or they may be literary editors, and hopefully afterwards, readers of your poetry collection!

The image above is one I took some time back, when I was walking along the road I live on, by myself (usually if I’m walking there, I’ll have our dog Lenny with me. Anyway, I like this bush and felt I needed to photograph it.

The fluffy looking blossoms are quite different from the rose blooms I love, but that too are attractive, and in fact are likely to be from a plant native to where I live, while the rose plant was brought here from the UK by white settlers a couple of hundred years ago.

I am not a native to where I live, my ancestors also can here from the UK, some of them over a hundred and fifty years aog, some more recently than that. But that lovely bush that still captures my eye when I walk past it, that bush’s “ancestors” have probably been in Australia for thousands of years.

And the more I write about this, and ponder how that bush may have come to be growing where it is, and wonder at the marvellous busy work of the bees that I see there at times, collecting pollen, well, the more I can feel there will someday soon be a new poem written by me about that bush, and I suspect about the variety of Eucalpyt trees that are also growing along our road.

I do love our native trees, grown by Nature, not by people! Nature does a fine job of spreading the seeds, and watering them, so that at least some of them will line the roads we travel along, some of us, like me, noticing and marvelling at the various different plants seen.

Other people may have no interest in plants, or flowers, or even Nature, but I for one, am thrilled to be able to see it all, just by taking Lenny for a walk!

I’ve had an idea now, and my thoughts have joined together to bring a brand new little poem imto the world:

Fluffy flower
Busy bee
I see them both
Do they see me?

What a cute little poem! I can imagine that one in a little book about the things I see and the thoughts I have when walking Lenny! My poet’s mind is getting better these days at thinking about the marketing side of being a poet, but the actual coming up with poems will always be the best part of it all!

I know bees can see, but wonder, is there an as yet unknown sense that plants or their flowers have, similar to ‘seeing’? They do seem to be able to sense the sunshine …

More random thoughts, will anything much come from them? Who knows, time will tell. Right know though it is time for my lunch, goodbye. Feel free to send me message about your own thoughts about plants, or Nature, or walking, if you want to!

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