As an educator and writer I appreciate the importance of sharing my writing with curious young learners. Their questions are essential in dispelling myths and misconceptions surrounding writing. But equally important is the sharing of one's process. The journey is important, not merely the end product.
The poem I am sharing today, was sparked by a photograph I noticed in a magazine supplement, attached to my weekend newspaper. It's summer in Australia, but to be honest it has not exactly dazzled so far. Some pleasant days intermingled with days of above average rain and skies of gloomy, grey clouds. Maybe my poem is inspired by wishful thoughts...
The photo I found portrays a family walking along a beach close to sunset. The light is soft around them. They appear to be having family fun. My gaze fell upon the words 'summer loving' included in a tourism advertisement on the adjoining page. I immediately cut the two items out and pasted them into my writer's notebook. I began to write directly onto the cut out beach image. A first draft Ekphrastic poem was born. I then left it for about a week before returning. More summer thoughts emerged and I began adding them to the space around the notebook page. I quickly realized I had more to say. My thinking was guiding me to consider second and third possibilities. Summer thoughts stirred around me, nudging me for more of an effort. Words and phrases jostled for position in my head. A swirl of possibilities...
And so I set about a rewrite. Trying to include more summer moments. I embraced the challenge of making more pieces fit the space. I listened for them to click into place. The same click one hears when pieces of Lego fit into their allocated position. More rereading follows. I read my poem out aloud and then set about more pruning (editing) in my effort to reach a form of words I am happy to share with another reader...
Now, I share with you my re-imagined, re-worked words. For me poems are made, not simply written.
Summer Loving Sunset
Walking the shoreline in twilight
our toes hidden in soft, squidgy sand.
Evening waits just off stage,
Waiting for the sun to release the day.
The summer air remains warm and blanket heavy
The light, soft and smudged at the edges of the gloaming.
All day it has baked us like a cake in an oven
-But now, the waves are soft ripples,
nibbling at the shoreline.
The crowds have retreated into the hinterland
leaving behind sandcastle remnants and footprints
-testimony to beach adventures.
We gaze towards the horizon,
Dreaming more summer promises
And splashing in the shallows,
As minnows dart away.
Such are the patterns of our summer loving days.
©Alan j Wright
It is once again, Poetry Friday...
This week our host is Jone Rush MacCulloch. Jone's post celebrates her 13 years of active participation in Poetry Friday. She also shares a Found Poem. Join Jone and a host of other poets who have gathered at her website to share poetic pearls.
Alan, I crave to learn about the processes of other writers, so I appreciate this story of how your poem came to be made. I'm latching onto the idea of "words jostling for position in my head." Do you find these words do much of their conversing when you walk away from your poem for a bit?
ReplyDeleteThe processes of other writers remain a continuing curiosity for each of us Shari. The unique qualities are fascinating and the similarities provide a re-assurance. The rehearsal continues wherever I roam and is sometimes an intrusion on other events. I have been chided for living in the world inside my head when I should be more engaged in the outer world. The process of the poem does indeed continue away from the actual composing on paper- or computer.
Deletethank you for sharing your process behind the poem. I learn so much from reading how other poets come to write their poems. And as our temperatures drop with the coming Polar Vortex, I do apprecieate the breath of summer your poem brings.
ReplyDeleteWe all learn from the writing processes of others as you note Kay. I'm glad my poem delivered a little warmth to your Northern winter.
DeleteI liked reading about your process, and I'm really glad you're having a wet summer this year after the disaster last year!
ReplyDeleteThank you Ruth. You are quite right. Our summer has again brought fire destruction to areas close to Perth, but the generally milder summer has so far averted disaster on the scale we saw last year. Those devastated communities took a double whammy with Covid, so they continue to our support.
DeleteAlan... loved the process. I have such a hard time waiting the week before going over the work again and again. And I need to! So... you've encouraged me... I will try. I loved the waves nibbling at the shoreline. They surely do!
ReplyDeleteKaren, we frequently gain strength from the processes and persistence of others. It serves to remind us at times to rally our efforts. Good luck diving back into your words.
DeleteI love seeing your page, Alan, & to me that title, and ad, brings in the song "Summer Loving" from Grease. So now I'm humming it as I read & enjoy "squidgy sand", "soft ripples" & "waiting for the sun to release the day". We didn't get our annual beach trip this year & I am so sad to have missed it. Thanks for a heartfelt share.
ReplyDeleteLinda, there exists in these reflections a tangible sense of nostalgia aided by a sense of what these times have denied us. I am glad my poem got you singing.
DeleteYour process inspires me. This is such an interesting post. Something that might seem at first glance to be so ordinary can be revealed with some thought and imagination to be not so ordinary. I loved thinking about the sensory detail of a day at the beach in your poem. Heat, soft ripples, minnows.
ReplyDeleteThank you Janice for your generous response to my post. The sensory details must be at the core of your thinking. Young writers need to be exposed to this important realization. You have hit upon a critical aspect within process that needs to be shared. Thank you for the reminder.
DeleteIt was so neat to see your process. I liked these lines:
ReplyDeleteEvening waits just off stage,
Waiting for the sun to release the day.
See another writer’s notebook is a treat.
Thanks Jone. So glad you liked those lines. I smiled as I wrote them. It felt good to know they had visited me at such a vital time in the making of the poem.
DeleteThanks for another glimpse into your writer's notebook, Alan. I love "soft, squidgy sand"...I miss that feeling between my toes. :)
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure to share Bridget. I am a big fan of alliteration. I must guard against overusing it at times...
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