NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 26
To Be or Not To Be Buoyant
Definitely feel a lack
of commitment to this written
obligation I have tethered myself to.
Would far rather be out,
down by mouth of the river
watching Pelicans float.
Or flying in formal formation,
black hemmed white wings spread,
large straight beaks leading the way.
Instead, am tied by fast thinning thread
to unimaginable menagerie of words
with singular intent
to fly free, wings spread in formal formation,
they actually believe, I alone
might give them.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/26/2019
Process Notes: After first writing here, I often go to Facebook to read and say hi to friends. The last few days, have had a repeated advertisement pop up announcing a Master Class in reading and writing poetry, taught by former poet laureate Billy Collins.
Within the attached video, Collins speaks about the structure of a poem. How it begins with an undisclosed subject, and how the proceeding stanzas lead to the closing stanza, where that subject is revealed. In all my years of writing, reading, and teaching poetry, I had never heard such a succinct definition, and have spent some time wondering if I’ve ever knowingly written such a thing. This morning, as I roamed through my media files, the only image that really spoke to me was the pen and ink doodle that opens this post. It always reminds me of how loosely (?) I am seemingly tethered to my adventures of writing, color, words, and lines. And the words of that first stanza were written without hesitation because they were my truth in that moment. I really did wish to be elsewhere, especially down by the river, watching the pelicans, who are a symbol of incredible buoyancy. Only to have the words lead me directly, and knowingly, into the structure that Collins had described in the video. Got to love it when that happens. Final image is a photograph, taken by me, at the mouth of the river, with the Pelicans flying above.