Starting a new poem
I sometimes think of Billy Collins’ quip
There’s a lot of staring involved
He knows a thing or two about poetry
So who am I to argue?
I stare a lot
just waiting to get things started
Today, I want to write about nature
how elements of it mirror my own life
my own behaviors
Maybe I’ll write about the herons
standing and waiting
until the next morsel comes along
Patience
Standing and waiting
Maybe a slow stalk to try to gain advantage
Eyes unblinking
Like both the heron and the poet
I’ll sit and stare
Eventually, the words will come along
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Yes, staring is an essential part of the process! Thank you for your poem, Tim.
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I could hear Billy Collins’ voice as I read your poem 🙂 Fun!
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Tim, there is a lot of staring! : ) And lots of kinds of staring. I do a lot of the empty stare into space, but this morning, I was walking outside, and a group of crows squawked to each other from tree to tree. I had to eye them for quite a while!
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So much staring. So. much.
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