The poems went in completely different directions, as poems do. Although I had been carrying the image of a woman embroidering in my head for days, that image didn't make it into either poem. And I wrote even though I only had a whisp of an idea. Usually I'll let ideas percolate--the risk, of course, is that I'll lose them.
In future years, when I look at my poetry legal pads of purple pages and wonder why I didn't write more poems, let me remember that I've also been writing haiku like creations to go with my sketches. Here's one that I did yesterday:
The haiku seems a bit bleak--or perhaps it's a collection of images that will later find their way to a larger poem. The sketching made me happy. I almost wished that I had saved space for the haiku before drawing. I had trouble figuring out where/how to fit it in.
And now, let me get on with the rest of my morning. It's always a good day when I've already written one poem--even better having written two!
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