Poetry, the Rough Stuff 龙诗人

Evening on the summer prairie (A late rewrite while facing winter).

dragonpoet — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 01:11:36 +0000

Summers eve upon the plain
a languid silky shadowed sky,
lazy dusky sunshine warm
a prairie day declining lightly
wistful breezes weaving grasses
shadow clouds of summer storms
like birds upon a zephyr
fluttering ever
endlessly never
grasping soothing wafting fingers
slide like waving grasses
among this breathless touching
softly woven desire
floats on drifting air……..

Music at Joe’s

dragonpoet — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 21:18:58 +0000

Writing is albums of the heart,
we sigh – try to fly to birth this life
to share perhaps, our dreams.

Places find you in your wonder,
the air is ripe, plucking ears
like a blues harp in a smoky joint

singing in a many flowered voice.
waking the artist between refrains,
warm this strummin’ heart and sing
the sun and moon into our world

Her fiddle bowed parts
untamed sounds and shapes
the voice of air

quiet arrays, supporting chords
backups smile the music sweetly.

thumping, drumming, pounding sounds
pump our blood outright
bouncing counterpoint beats in style

lyrics find flirting hearts,
Spirits dancing air
prancing under sweet
cool lacquered strokes
from a breathless alto angel.

find, contribute, and experience Combat Paper

dragonpoet — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 20:39:31 +0000

From uniform to pulp
Battlefield to workshop
Warrior to artist

Combat Paper Project
combatpaper.org

Twitter poems

dragonpoet — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 22:25:08 +0000

On twitter you might want to read @Longshiren, where I am posting very short images that seem pretty and poetic. Another experiment.

small thoughts on language

dragonpoet — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 22:23:48 +0000

One of the reasons for creating this blog is to show some of the things we go through to take an idea from basic words to a finished poem.

Usually, the rough drafts, as shown below, are filled with the language as it originally expressed the idea. Sometimes this language really overflows and fills everything up, and covers or drowns the original thought.

Sometimes, we just cannot get past the beautiful words, phrases, images, little songlike patterns, and lovely laughing clauses. When we get so caught up in this the poem gets lost but the language is lovely, and that often makes for poor poetry, but really nice sounding daydreams.

We have found that the best way to pare the lines down to the core is to have the family dragon burn all the fluff away. We can then rebuild from that to make a clearer, if somewhat more astringent creation, dedicating the rebuilt phrases to the spare but now well defined poem.

If you don’t have a family dragon, well, you must find some other metaphor, then.