2.05.2014

Space

It’s dark in the closet with the door closed.

If I open it a crack,
words will spill out,
enough to gather & tuck into a nest
from which I might take flight,
soaring
because I know return is not only expected,
but desired.

Kerry asked the Real Toads to think about our creative spaces.

24 comments:

  1. i'm a closet poet, too. that's why i'm a pseudopod. pseudonymous. puerile. one of those pee words, whereas you, miss marian, your words fly, yet bring us back home ~

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    1. Aw! This feels like a very dark reflection to me, so I really appreciate your reaction.

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  2. ...I wondered where those words were coming from

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  3. I love the soaring, knowing you are welcomed back onto the ground. I love opening the closet door a crack and the words making a nest from which you lift off. Cool, Marian!

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  4. Words will spill out.. and lovely words they are.

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  5. Love the images...and the contrast in them and the last two lines draw me in with a hmmm...thought-provoking. Brevity is such a strength on your poems. Excellent, Marian.

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  6. I too feel like running from expectations, but also need Light in the closet; feel attracted to the gathering but can only write in solitude, But you! Build nests of words, soar, come back for more, like a homing pigeon and not a phoenix. Fine poem.

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  7. I have a small light in my dark room...you have packed a whole lot of writer into such few words.

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  8. When Wally Stevens said the poet just makes speech dirtier, this simplification of the creative space to something at the primal child's level is essential. I think we all back then found the magic space / fort / closet of imagination that we later discovered was our head. Here too there's a bit of ruefulness that words leak out, that we are summoned to fly; something we came to desire perhaps only later.

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  9. This makes total sense to me - the idea that there are so many words inside, all trying to get out. I like the way you have contrasted dark and light, as the words find their rightful place in poetry.

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  10. thank you, lovely poets, good people, all. :)

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  11. Closets and basements and all the floors of the house--each gives us a corner, I think--even that darkness under the floorboards.

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  12. Leaving the closet door wide open isn't an option, is it? Too many words escaping. Creating jumbled thoughts, noise in our heads. Your words resonate.

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  13. Best to open this closet and fly! Too hard to keep those words pounding at the door!

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  14. That's what we call coming out (of the closet), Marion.
    You have to! You have to share your poems with us.
    Those poems who stay in will be very frustrated as well.

    Excellent thoughts. Literally, you need a light in the closet.
    Or, do like some did for me, I have a USB light to use.
    ..
    Oh yes, that little writing desk belonged to my dad's Aunt Minnie.
    I love it, I did when he had it too. Even when it did get all dusty
    and messy from being used in the chicken house. It is of the late
    1890's vintage because the legs screw on with a bolt going to the corner.

    My other desk was also inherited from a friend. It has locking drawers
    all over the place, the locks are the old, old kind according to the keys.
    ..

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  15. how funny, i didn't even think (surprisingly) of "coming out of the closet" when i wrote this :) haha!

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  16. I like how there is the potential of a deluge of words. Those words will just spill out.

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  17. I'm a bit of a closet poet - I use my real name, but most of my family and friends have no idea… I like the idea of opening it a crack…

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  18. so cool your words are baby bird returning to the nest.

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  19. I've had this up on my iPhone for days. I love your writing!

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  20. thank you! that is all flattering & stuff. xo

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