Poet’s Dilemma
Where do the words come from?
Listening to the world?
Reading a book?
Walking in a forest?
Praying?
Suffering?
A thought forms in my mind.
An image tries to find the light.
My heart aches as all I hear
is the beating of a heart in the night.
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About Andrew Reynolds
Born in California
Did the school thing studying electronics, computers, release engineering and literary criticism.
I worked in the high tech world doing software release engineering and am now retired.
Then I got prostate cancer.
Now I am a blogger and work in my wood shop doing scroll saw work and marquetry.
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So, who am I?
I am Andrew. First and last of my kind
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I am not a poet. And that I do know.
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We artist suffer for our words.
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Must be heart.
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Very likely.
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I think inspiration for poetry often comes from places you least expect it. Sometimes it’s staring you in the face, you only have to look.
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Listening and looking are the greatest skills for a poet.
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I get it. That is where poems are born.
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It is indeed.
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I would say: Listening. To your inner voice, to nature, to people you meet. Listen.
Empathy with all. Pain suffered afar or within
Pure joy
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Listening is the start.
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