Invasive Species Another data point for the regression line: eager to wolf soil of essential food, the polished beast stalks from the sunshine. "He used to plant these by the pine," she sighed, spying the fresh cut lupins, bedewed. Another data point for the regression line. Violet and rouge burst forth from tender spine - but while she smiles, it has shifted the mood. The polished beast stalks from the sunshine. Most of her stories seemed benign - only shares flashes before they are skewed. Another data point for the regression line. Or how he smiled, baring incisor, canine, while fair blooms embed in new soil - never subdued. The polished beast stalks from the sunshine. Each time since I spy their colour along the coastline, I pause; her fear has found new dirt to intrude. The polished beast stalks from the sunshine: another data point for the regression line.
As I continue along with my poetry plan - to first fill a notebook before stitching together fragments as drafts to be edited - I’ve stuttered.
I just want to hammer out a poem.
Perhaps a signal that the original plan has born all the fruit it can?
Perhaps motivated by others’ work, like this piece in
last week that considers the end of another summer:Mark also shared this piece by Wendell Berry, which helped me to reconsider and evaluate my original plan; to consider that I’ve not fed the well of inspiration enough with experience and exposure to others’ outputs. With meaningful practice.
I also think to
and his sharing of works on here before publishing his book. Getting feedback on work would be helpful as I go, not just all at once.All that said, I am almost done filling the book. I think I’ll finish it before drafting in earnest - but with the adjustment that I’ll use a Sidequest to play with words more, too.
What do you think about the plan, and about the poem? All constructive feedback is welcome and appreciated.
I liked the poem: the tension between the beauty of the lupine and its “menace,” and the oddity of finding the phrase “another data point on the regression line” in a poem--odd for me, a non-scientist, in part because I’m not exactly sure what it means and that leaves a gap for my imagination to fill. But like Mark, I think you’re being pretty brave to share a Wendell Berry poem alongside your own! It’s hard to come out ahead in that comparison.
I love this poem, first of all, and I second what Jo said- never be afraid to adjust , to edit, to reassess where you’re at. And I would add not to be afraid to just publish a book of poetry! I think there’s real value in editing and assessing where you are in relation to your work *and* I imagine our works are never as perfect or ready to be brought into the world as we imagine they’ll be. And celebrate! Celebrate that you’ve written a whole poetry book