Courtney, there's a lot of stuff going on in this poem. It's an expressionistic, surrealistic, kaleidoscope of compressed emotions of grief, hopelessness, despair emblazoned with such colorful phrases that would even make great stand alone lines like you'd see in an Instagram poem. It reminds me of Plath, Rimbaud, Mina Loy (I think you'd like her work if you're not familiar with it.); and your post mortem I think does a great job of deconstructing it for us to get a peek behind the curtain at your creative soul. I do something similar with my "origin stories" when I can get around to doing them. I also vibe with your creative process about working on intuition, that the poem comes on "all of a sudden." I kind of work the same way in that I spill my guts out on the page, then, if I think there's anything worth developing/editing, I'll clean it up, refine it, etc. But yes, for me, it starts with a thought and goes from there. "The bathroom mirror breaks apart like chocolate..." Wow!...Hope this comment didn't "suck the life" out of your poem, but added to it in some way.
I REALLY appreciate your comment. Truly, I do! It’s so nice to have a good reception to a poem! Mina Loy is a new one on me, so I will be researching her! Of course, I adore Plath and Rimbaud. I like doing the Poetry Postmortem as it’s quite freestyle-esque! Thank you for reading!
You're welcome! I was also going to say reading these post-mortems are a great way to learn about poetry and/or teach oneself on how to leverage its power.
Well, I'm in good company then, too. I dropped out after about 3 years of college; and what the real nail in the coffin was that some wannabe poseur girl won a poetry award in school by plagiarizing some Rimbaud - and nobody caught it! That was my "I'm done!" moment.
The academic setting ruined my love for writing/reading, so I just had to get out. The only thing sixth form is good for is that we were just starting the Sylvia Plath module before I dropped out, and that made me discover her. At that point, I was seventeen and had not written creatively for a few years due to school, but I decided to take up poetry. I was always a fiction writer as a child, but I took up poetry in 2014/2015 and the rest is history.
Courtney, there's a lot of stuff going on in this poem. It's an expressionistic, surrealistic, kaleidoscope of compressed emotions of grief, hopelessness, despair emblazoned with such colorful phrases that would even make great stand alone lines like you'd see in an Instagram poem. It reminds me of Plath, Rimbaud, Mina Loy (I think you'd like her work if you're not familiar with it.); and your post mortem I think does a great job of deconstructing it for us to get a peek behind the curtain at your creative soul. I do something similar with my "origin stories" when I can get around to doing them. I also vibe with your creative process about working on intuition, that the poem comes on "all of a sudden." I kind of work the same way in that I spill my guts out on the page, then, if I think there's anything worth developing/editing, I'll clean it up, refine it, etc. But yes, for me, it starts with a thought and goes from there. "The bathroom mirror breaks apart like chocolate..." Wow!...Hope this comment didn't "suck the life" out of your poem, but added to it in some way.
I REALLY appreciate your comment. Truly, I do! It’s so nice to have a good reception to a poem! Mina Loy is a new one on me, so I will be researching her! Of course, I adore Plath and Rimbaud. I like doing the Poetry Postmortem as it’s quite freestyle-esque! Thank you for reading!
You're welcome! I was also going to say reading these post-mortems are a great way to learn about poetry and/or teach oneself on how to leverage its power.
I’m mostly self-taught. I hate academia, and I did one year of Sixth Form and dropped out.
Well, I'm in good company then, too. I dropped out after about 3 years of college; and what the real nail in the coffin was that some wannabe poseur girl won a poetry award in school by plagiarizing some Rimbaud - and nobody caught it! That was my "I'm done!" moment.
The academic setting ruined my love for writing/reading, so I just had to get out. The only thing sixth form is good for is that we were just starting the Sylvia Plath module before I dropped out, and that made me discover her. At that point, I was seventeen and had not written creatively for a few years due to school, but I decided to take up poetry. I was always a fiction writer as a child, but I took up poetry in 2014/2015 and the rest is history.