My son recently asked me how I write my poetry. I tried to describe the illusively thoughtful, and occasionally direct process. I showed him some of my scribbles of ideas and how I play with the images of words. The discovery of a new poem is like a detective on the hunt for a clue, which is most often right in front of his nose, but camouflaged or hidden from normal sight. It's a delightfully difficult, but satisfying adventure. The following poem describes itself.
Prose
Patient prose
Hiding among mind’s willows
Slipping, sliding, gliding
Gentle chase
Game of hide and seek
Conscience’s rare peek
Janice Harten
Jan 12, 2011
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