Saturday, March 18, 2017

Experimental Poetry.

Hebrews 11: 6

without faith        i am                     impossible                      God believes in me        He comes
to me knowing     i am                     not diligent     still          he may seek me             I believe      He exists              i  hold      on        i am                  a             mustard seed                                             

                                                                                                                                         grow me.

When I started writing poetry, I thought there was only one way to make your point clear: use exuberant language and write down in stanzas. And then, I started reading all these famous poets and realized I was "old school." Everything else I've written that is not in some sort of form seems very forced. I feel that I am trying to become mainstream, become acceptable to I don't know who because my work has to be accessible. So things like the above poem come out. I am not even sure I can call that a poem. But I write it because i tell myself "someone somewhere will get away with this and so maybe I can." But it is no fun, what has become of my art. Because I want a good career, I also write what I think others want to read. This is how I would write this poem in form:

Hebrews 11: 6
God must believe in me 
because without faith, I am 
impossible. He comes 
to me knowing my diligence
sits weak on my thighs,
still heavy as the 3 month 
baby I am yet to bear. 
I may seek him, desperate, 
when I believe he exists
and hold on to the mustard 
seeds he planted deep in my spirit.
He prays each day bowing his head,
whispering, grow, grow grow. 

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