Friday, November 8, 2013

Why Bother Writing Poetry?

The past couple of days have been productive for me. I participated in the NaNoWriMo writing sprints and overcame the stuck place I was in on the book I'm writing. I'm moving right along in my class, have been selecting works for the January issue of Mouse Tales Press, and I'm also watching 2013 pass me by. 

How is it November already?

I need to catch up on the November PAD Challenge. The poem below is not part of the challenge. It's just something I've been thinking about for a while. If nobody reads your work, does writing matter?


Fallen Tree
The Empty Forest Lives On

Silence in My Penned Forest

My words are a birch
tree, fallen in autumn wind-
storm, no one around to hear.


*****

4 comments:

  1. I'm so glad you share your poetry, Linda. You never know how far the sounds will carry.

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  2. Terrific! Also, I am in the forest, I hear.

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  3. I have been thinking about this a lot lately too, Linda. But I've come to the conclusion that if the writing feeds the writer's soul, then the audience is simply a bonus. What matters is that the tree has fallen. That in itself changes the landscape of the forest.

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  4. I hear your words! I hear them!

    :-)

    Even if no one hears my words, my soul does.

    And C.C...I love the way you think about it. "What matters is that the tree has fallen. That in itself changes the landscape of the forest." That is perfect!

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