Poets
for my WordPress Poets
I had just finished a poem
and then the next day another
then four days later, another…
Now I’m wondering,
where do these poems come from?
When we sit down to breakfast,
and stare into our coffee cup, our tea cup
our breakfast cereal, or rice and beans,
do we have any idea..what we might write,
in the late afternoon, or by candlelight?
I’m curious to learn, how others do it,
Do you know minutes or hours before
That today you’ll be caught up in verse?
Actually..I do
I wake up and know..
yes today is the day I will write.
I haven’t even thought about what I will say,
just an idea, yet to be swished around in my brain glass,
before I ingest it..
mesmerized by millions of possibilities
and yet, without even a glimpse,
from the side of my eye as to,
what my creative chambers might be up to.
It’s like that old baseball film…
“Build it and it will come`’
an assurance that if I find the right music;
(music is my pump to begin the flow,)
I can release my brain and let it run….
Then,
It’s intuitive, almost like magic,
“Find the music and it will come”
If you would be so kind to take the time,
you poets all over the world,
and tell me how you do it in your poetic style.
Do you write with a pen, or dictate or type?
Do you need to be outside, in Nature,
or inside a closed room, alone?
I would read each poem voraciously
verse about verse… a poem about a poem
your process that ends successfully,
in your special brand of poetry.
Karima Hoisan
August 14, 2020
Costa Rica
Poetas
para mis poetas de WordPress
Acababa de terminar un poema
y luego al día siguiente otro
luego, 4 días después, otro…
Ahora me pregunto
¿De dónde proceden estos poemas?
Cuando nos sentamos a desayunar,
y mirar fijamente nuestra taza de café, nuestra taza de té
nuestro cereal de desayuno, o arroz y frijoles,
¿Tenemos alguna idea … qué podríamos escribir?
¿A última hora de la tarde o a la luz de las velas?
Tengo curiosidad por saber cómo lo hacen otros
¿Sabes minutos u horas antes
¿Que hoy estarás atrapado en verso?
De hecho … yo sí
Me despierto y sé …
sí, hoy es el día en que escribiré.
Ni siquiera he pensado en lo que diré
solo una idea, que aún no se ha agitado en mi cerebro,
antes de ingerirlo ..
hipnotizado por millones de posibilidades
y sin embargo, sin siquiera vislumbrar,
desde el lado de mi ojo en cuanto a,
lo que mis cámaras creativas podrían estar haciendo.
Es como esa vieja película de béisbol …
“Constrúyelo y vendrá”
una garantía de que si encuentro la música adecuada;
(la música es mi bomba para comenzar a fluir)
Puedo liberar mi cerebro y dejarlo correr….
Luego,
Es intuitivo, casi mágico
“Encuentra la música y vendrá”
Si fuera tan amable de tomarse el tiempo,
ustedes poetas de todo el mundo,
y dime como lo haces en tu estilo poético.
Leería vorazmente cada poema
un poema sobre un poema, un verso sobre un verso
Tu proceso que finaliza con éxito,
en tu poesía especial.
Karima Hoisan
14 de agosto de 2020
Costa Rica
Digital Rabbit Hole 
I do not always write poems but my writing just comes, the space is created and it is filled. No plan, no days of writing, when the words come straight from the soul it just flows.
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Thank you Nanette, my silly WordPress had your comment here as Spam and I didn’t see it until today..smiles.. I agree the flow writes the poem:)
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WP is often doing this to me I have to check my spam folders for comments.
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Such mysterious and precious creatures, you poets are! 🙂 I look forward to seeing any replies.
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Me too Dale, I hope some do share their process about how they write:)
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Interesting how this poem sank in deeper when I read it in Spanish. The flow is so beautiful. “Puedo liberar mi cerebro y dejarlo correr.” What was all wish for as authors. Have a lovely day, Karima.
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Thank you Sabiscuit for commenting…That happens to me too by the way,,has more meaning in the other language. Sooo now that I have your attention, I really would like to hear about your process for writing a poem, You are the first (and only)person, who actually writes them to respond…Unless you are keeping that a secret,,Please share with me, how you do it:)
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Thank you for reading my poetry!!! I have several processes, actually.
Primarily, I hear the poem as a chord or rhythm first. Then a phrase appears and then I allow the words to fall together. Then, I research any symbolism, plump it out with a story and adjust the flow. It feels more like I am transcribing a song when I am writing.
Some of the weird ones like Gift me Heaven (https://sabiscuit.wordpress.com/2015/06/01/giftmeheavenfleursdesade/) were compiled from random strings of phrases. A blog I was reading had a super fan/stalker and I found her comments hilarious. I printed out some of them, and for a chuckle, highlighted the most interesting phrases. Then, I reordered them in more or less chronological order. You should try it. It’s fun. For a mysterious feel, don’t explain the process in the post.
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Thank you Sabiscuit..I hope it’s not like asking people to reveal their magic tricks. but I find the process of creativity so interesting..and I am sure every writer, artist, poet, has his or her own Yours sounds very unique to me and I appreciate you letting me pick your head:) and taking the time to explain it to me..Keep creating… The random strings of phrases sounds…Fun:)
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Thanks Karima for following. Nice post. Sun can’t reaches where,there reaches a poet’s imagination.
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My pleasure Dolly and I like that expression because it’s so true; Our imaginations can go anywhere, even in a dark room, where the sun is shut out!
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Nice to meet you friend.🤝
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The pleasure is mine Dolly:) Stay creative and be well!
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Empieza con una palabra que llega sin permiso a tu mente, se posa como un búho vigilante y tú mirando el horizonte la mano toma la pluma para derramar en letras sobre el papel ese susurro del silencio, esa idea que quiere ser poesía, la música de lo inexplicable que llega al alba, al ocaso o en la noche con pasos sigilosos buscando decifrar quizás, una verdad o una enseñanza olvidada…
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Aiy Christian…muchas gracias, por tomar el tiempo y régalarme tan generoso comentario sobre tu proceso de hacer poesía!! Este asunto está muy cerca a mi corazón… Yo sé cada uno tiene su manera particular, y me fascina saber de todas:) Me encanta esta frase: “Empieza con una palabra que llega sin permiso a tu mente” Asi es para mi también. Muchas veces es como algo mágico..alguien o algo te va pasando y la dejo en su mano. Tus mismas palabras en esta respuesta se convierten en poesía. Muy muy agradecida por tu voluntad de compartir tus pensamientos conmigo y mis lectores. Sigue Creando!! Y que esté en buena salud y buenos ánimos!
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Gracias es mi humilde opinión, agradezco encontrar espacios como el tuyo donde se hace apreciar esta labor innata de destilar poesía por doquier e iluminar sendas así sea de lejos.
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Es muy bello de conectarse con otro poetas en todas partes del mundo..Que suerte que tenemos esta dicha en WordPress. Gracias por todo Christian.
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This post really got me thinking about my creative process! Thanks for your beautiful post.
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My pleasure Anne and if you want to share more about it..please feel free to comment again:)
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I am a Poet too please check my first blog🙏❤️
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Tell me a bit about your process Sanchi…
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There’s nothing much to tell i just started writing when I was lost and soon found that this is the thing I live for😊
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I think my poems just spill out whenever my brain gets too full to hold anymore. 😉 ~M
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Thank you so much, for sharing your process and…yes I can understand this..The spilling out, is something I too experience..not sure it’s my brain overflowing, more..my muse:)
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