I had the most beautiful drive home tonight. Something about the air was different -- I felt more calm, more relaxed. I watched the sun and moon meet each other in the sky as the moon put the sun to bed. I watched the clouds swirl together and apart again, and I let my windows stay down the whole way. The wind played with my hair, the music competing with the dull roar of it, and nothing really phased me.
A long time ago I wrote a post in this blog about the idea of utilizing what I termed "Grammar Math" in a way that would construct poetry. Grammar math, for the abbreviated definition, is the way in which I fixed typos -- instead of putting the little asterisk next to the correct word, I would re-create the word using plus signs, minus signs and equal signs to have the reader figure it out. It was a short-lived habit I had, but it later planted the seed in my head for creativity.
Perhaps 2 years it has been since then, and I've finally felt inspired. I'm not happy with the work at all -- in fact I think it's a fairly personal expressionist piece instead of something that is relate-able in any way by another, but I figured I'd post it as an example and marker to a new writing exercise I hope to partake in in my future.
I am feeling the burden of your love (-burden of your)
That brings me down to a larger disparity (-down, larger = smaller)
Between the wrongfulness of the action and the longing to have it. (wrongfulness = passion, longing = anticipation, + soon).
The guilt of the enclosing departure (-guilt of the, departure = fingertips)
Feeds off the gruesome past farewells (-s, - gruesome, + distant, farewells = evenings)
Of those we once cherished.
I crawl into the dark places in my head (crawl = float, dark = warm, head = heart)
And hide away there until the light leaves, (leaves = fills me)
Coming out when I can no longer remember (remember = forget)
And I am safe again. (safe = whole, - again).
The interesting thing that I realized about this type of writing is that a person can interpret some parts of it on his or her own. Like whenever I add a word, (+ always, + distant), it isn't obvious where that word should go. I hope that you find places for these words that you like.
2 comments:
I love doing this with poetry. I have a massive word collage dedicated to a similar idea though I never called it grammar math lol.
I loved this. I interpreted it as showcasing how we don't believe or feel ONE thing. I don't have a dogma of beliefs that I think all the time, and when I think about someone, sometimes it fills me up with love, sometimes with rage, and sometimes both. Our emotions and thoughts are constantly changing and somewhat confused, and I thought this style (and in particular, this poem) really showed that for me. For me, this type of duality-within often occurs between my head and my heart.
One critique: Change title to "Lifting Burdons (o=e)"
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