Brigit's Flame, November, week #1

[keppiehed]

Title: Driving Through Dark
Author: keppiehed
Word Count: 440
Prompt: “To be Announced”
A/N: Written for week #1 at brigits_flame.

Comments

[keppiehed]

Coming from you, that is the highest of compliments. I am so honored. Thank you so much!

[hbart]

You know, the first time I read this, I didn't really like it (fortunately I wasn't in a place where I could comment, LOL). I mean, it is an excellent piece of writing, just as you always put out, but you well know this isn't my thing. But, I read it again tonight, and somehow on second look, I felt like I could actually identify with this. At least I think so. That is the trouble with poetry, you are never 100% what is literal and what is figurative and you have to fill in the blanks to the best of your ability. The very thing that makes me turn up my nose is probably, in part, why others like it so much. Still, I felt connected to it, and that is a good thing. Well, I don't know if it is truly a good thing, but in terms of the picture you paint it is a good thing. Man, I am rambly tonight. Ok, I'll shut up. In case this ended up sounding like a bad review, just chalk it up to my fried brain and diarrhea of the mouth, because it really is good.

[keppiehed]

The thing that you dislike about poetry is the very thing I DO like ... that it is largely subjective. That used to frustrate me, but I love now how no two people are getting the same feeling from a piece, or even the same exact meaning. The author has to put their heart into it and then let it go and hope that the intent shines through, but there is just no way of knowing how other people's experiences will color how they view the words on the page. If you over-explain, it would crush the beauty of the poetry. So it's a lovely little pickle

[bardiphouka]

Having been on that road, I will just sit here and quietly appreciate.

[keppiehed]

I can't stand that you read this! You are the poetry expert! Now, go and forget it all right away!

[meganeko_mausuu]

This is really interesting, and evocative of 'Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening' by Robert Frost.

[keppiehed]

Now I can die happy, that someone compared anything of mine to the great Robert Frost. The bliss is visible and I shall be insufferable all week, I'm telling you! *is absolutely tickled pink*

[bluegerl]

This is unusual Keps, lovely that you are poeticing!

And the drive fits so well the poetry... it does that...

'All the feelings are painted on, feigned' - this is called having to grow up I think! It happens to everyone... in order to survive.

There are some lovely words of hope, determination, acceptance and - the wanting, the needing to go forward... It's very - erm. words are useless sometimes, can I say 'good'?

[keppiehed]

Oh, I am so embarrassed by this, particularly when my poetry people read it! I just always think that to keep writing the same old thing over and over is to stagnate as a writer, so I like to try new things, for better or for worse. I know you're the same way because I can't think of another writer who is so diverse in style (and so successful at it). I used to write much better poetry, actually--it was how I got my start as a writer--but I seem to have lost my flair for it over the years as I have turned to fiction writing. I can still appreciate good verse but I can't write it anymore! Ah, well, there is just so much out there in the world to enjoy and not enough time! Don't you feel the same way? That doesn't keep me from trying, though! :)

[bluegerl]

Oh Keppie, I do SO agree... so much to do, to learn, and SO LITTLE TIME!!!!! (actually it has just occurred to me to wonder how MUCH the brain can store? Mine seems to remain a sponge.. and not a lot drips out, it's tucked somewhere in one of those alveoli (?).)

Poetry is a music for me. the tumty tumty tumty tum... sometimes the words make it themselves. But it is a good exercise too.. like doing drabbles. Making each word count. Just keep going. Make them up in your mind when you're breaking eggs, or mopping the floor. Just look at eggshell or mop... and -teehee... it happens!!

Yours here is more of a ballad as it's telling a story.. your story. Bless you love, I will write a story for the chilluns when I'm in my new home and perhaps a fly or an ant come come in and look round and then... tell the children ALL about it!! LOVE YOU.. old madhatter Blue. (Knackered too - heck it rhymes... Madhatter blue is knackered too.. why that should be? Tis bizzy is she! etcetera....teehee)