A poem (for poems)
That is written out of nothing
Random words
Feeling lost
People wanting to do something
Unable to accept themselves
The night is warm. I can feel it.
Despite of what I do.
Everything will move on…
Category: Writing
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Sitting in the car…
Sitting in the car
Trying to think
Writing a poem’(Empty page)
A cat outside
Walking away
Knowing where to go…APPENDIX – Poem editing history
This appendix shows the various versions of the poem until I considered it ‘final’ to publish. Even though there is no such thing as ‘final’ in art, I find it useful for me to document the various versions of the poem and see how my thought evolved.
I think of what to do
(Why do anything?)
I prefer to just be
Without doing anything
A cat!
Music
Sitting in the carI think of what to do
(Why do anything?)
I prefer to just be
Without doing anything
A cat!
Music
Sitting in the car
(Is that me?)Sitting in the car
Despaired
I think of what to do
(Why do anything?)
I prefer to just be
Without doing anything
A cat!
Music
Sitting in the car
(Is that me?)
The cat is leaving now
Confident
Knowing where to go
Not looking back
For a second there…
I thought I saw myself
Walking away from a car
With an empty shell
Trying to write a poem now
Oh, no.
The cat is coming back…Sitting in the car
Despaired
I think of what to do
(Why do anything?)
I prefer to just be
Without doing anything
A cat
Music
Sitting in the car
(Is that me?)
The cat is leaving now
Confident
Knowing where to go
For a second there…
I thought I saw myself
Walking away from the car
Away from an empty shell
Trying to write a poem
Oh, no.
The cat is coming back…
Trying to do something
So that I stop this cat
From frowning upon me…Sitting in the car
Despaired
Thinking what to do
(Why do anything?)
I prefer to just be
A cat
Music
A car
(Is that me?)
The cat is leaving
Confident
Knowing where to go
For a second there…
I thought I saw myself
Walking away from everything
But I’m still here
Empty
Trying to write a poem
Oh, no.
The cat is coming back…
I need to do something
To stop this cat
From frowning upon me…Sitting in the car
Despaired
Thinking what to do
(Why do anything?)
I prefer to just be
A cat
Music
A car
(Is that me?)
The cat is leaving
Confident
Knowing where to go
For a second there…
I thought I saw myself
Walking away from everything
But I’m still here
Empty
Trying to write a poem
Oh, no.
The cat is coming back…
I need to do something
To stop this cat
From frowning upon me…Trying to think
Writing a poem
Sitting in the car
A cat outside
Walking away
Knowing where she goesSitting in the car
Trying to think
Writing a poem’(Empty page)
A cat outside
Walking away
Knowing where to go…
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Writing poetry with others?
Writing poetry is difficult. Being exposed is difficult.
Would or have you ever considered collaboration with someone else in writing poems? Is poetry something too personal for you, or could you imagine yourself writing a poem with someone else to express things from your inner self?
I have discussed this with many and have received different views.
Others see poetry writing as something too personal and intimate to do with others. When writing a poem you express your inner feelings and agonies; you cannot do that along with someone else.
On the other hand, it is true that most of us write poems to share at the end. And what is more, we all share similar agonies and thoughts about the major aspects of our existence; from life and death to the mundane agonies of everyday life we are all living in the same world…
What do you think?
Would you consider writing poems along with me or someone else?
Jung talked about the collective unconscious. Could that be a way to explore its inner depths and find what unites us at the end?
Visit the Collaborative Poetry page if you wish to enter the Poetic Philosophy Collaboration Workspace…
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