You’re A Bad Poet, And That’s Okay

You’re a terrible poet. You’re also an awesome poet whose writing touches people (this all assumes you’re reading this post because it’s relevant to you).

For example, I’m in a poetry class that has a lot of workshops where read and critique each other’s poems. Sometimes my classmates love my poems, sometimes they don’t. The same is true of their poetry.

It’s the name of the game with art that you can’t be universally loved. Not everyone loves van Gogh. Not everyone loves Monet. Not everyone loves Silverstein. But there are many people who like van Gogh and Monet and Silverstein.

I adore Silverstein’s poetry. I’m a huge fan. I couldn’t put Where the Sidewalk Ends down when I was a tween. The binding even started falling apart from so much use. However, I have met people who don’t love Shel Silverstein. Just like there will be people that don’t like my poetry and my writing.

Style in writing and art is highly subjective. As much as I would love to be profuse and literary and full of description and emotion, my poetry is meant to be read with an even cadence and lots of silence. Some people will love it! I get feedback from my classmates that they think my poetry is great (we do have a class rule about being positive, just full disclosure), which is way more important than the folks who just don’t jive with my style.

So, please, don’t get down on yourself if someone criticizes your poetry. Someone likes it. That someone might be me or your mom or some retired man in Wisconsin. You can do this! So can I!

Enjoy this wonderfully positive and gentle video of the great painter: Bob Ross! As he says, “you’ll make beautiful things!”

Feel free to send me your poetry on my contact page or on Twitter @GeorgiaTell!

Free Poems #3 – Finding Peace of Mind

I had another request for a #freepoem on Twitter! This time the person kind of gave me a larger realm to work with: life struggles and finding peace of mind. I’ll admit having such a broad topic made this one a little harder, so I searched my personal experience to come up with my version of peace of mind.

Calming down after a long and busy day is a Herculean task, especially for me. I was doing NaNoWriMo this month, but I had to stop because I was getting snappy with the people I love — mind you, I finally found a method that works for me… voice-to-text, and I was certain I’d be able to finish this month. As a result, I’ve been trying to appreciate the small calm moments that happen all the time, and that’s what this poem is about:

momentary pause

you find it everywhere
among hassle and chaos

it is the green light
on the busy commute home
a breath let out as you
take your foot off the brake

you find it everywhere
among toil and discord

it is the slide of the deadbolt
in your front door
quiet at last as you
shut out the world for the night

you find it everywhere
among strife and trouble

it is the heavy unconscious
on the 300 count sheets
sleep slips in as you
drift peacefully away from the struggle

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request a #freepoem from me on Twitter or on my contact page!

Poem #418

clockmaker dismantles me
firm hand on the back of my body
off comes my cover
deft fingers fiddle with my gears
clockmaker reassembles me
shines me up
places me in her breast pocket
I am warm and safe

Poem #417

touch me
encase me
put strong hands on my arms
squeeze me tightly
wrap me up

I’m foggy gas
without a container
escaping into the universe
dissipating
disappearing

I’m a fishbowl
full of water
in a car on rough terrain
sloshing around
water everywhere

keep me contained
keep me whole
it’s nagging discomfort
I’m close to tears
but I’ll be fine