The inspiration for this new poem was not what most expect. It was a very personal poem, kind of a healing work. You see some poems are inspired by beauty and what you glean from the world around you, and some are from the depths of your soul and express deep emotion. Take a sonnet from Shakespeare. These works are doubtless the inspiration from the depths of a soul tortured in the fullness of love. I say tortured because love can be a difficult emotion.
To continue on the topic of inspiration, when I write about a tree or sunset, there is less emotion and more appreciation for beauty in that work, that desire to put pen to paper and describe my view. I love to paint pictures with words, to make a scene come alive from the written page. What I have been learning in the last year or so is to bring emotion up from the page as well and this is harder because that emotion comes from deep within me. I find that I do less editing on a poem that is filled with emotion. The feelings must be real and they must be raw on the page. They must not be altered to make them sound or appear a certain way, they must be the way they first come to me from deep within or they are not true.
Now, when you see the poem I wrote this morning you will find that it has a sort of rhythm. This was not necessarily intentional. This is the way that it came to me. Honestly, it came to me as a song as I drove home from my daughters school before 8am. I sang the first few lines to myself then came in the house and started to write. The poem I will share here is exactly what came from me first thing this morning.
I cannot say that famous poets or more learned poets would take the same position about writing as I do. I also do not profess to be particularly learned on poetry. However, I can say that I am pleased with the results I achieve in my own writing. Others, whose opinions I value, have given me honest, positive and constructive feedback on my work. This gives me cause to believe that I have a talent for poetry beyond just my own pleasure. Whether the world would agree or not is something that I am not concerned about. If I took on the weight of pleasing everyone the joy of writing and the restorative peace I receive from the process would be lost and I would give it up completely.
So enough about the process and on to the work I produced in very little time this morning. I will not reveal the reasoning behind this work as it is personal and not important to reading and culling your own enjoyment and thoughts from it.
World of Dreams
By Kimberly
L. McClune
September
19, 2012
In my world of dreams
I would love you better,
Hope would come more easily
Faith would be more natural
Dreams would all come true.
In my world of dreams
You would always come to me
My arms would open wide
We would be so comfortable
Just to be.
In my world of dreams
I would know you love me
Just the way I am
No need for forgiveness
You would know I love you,
too.
In my world of dreams
We’d have all we needed
No more need for fear
Worries all behind us
Together, just we two.
