dusk (english poetry)


I haven’t been writing poetry quite as much, often opting instead for prose or even the marvelous lassitude of notes and aphorisms, and that is mostly due to this strange bout of ineffective thought. I contain the outlines, the emboss and image of a poem, but my mind is rather accelerated and disperse thereafter, it creates these arabesque and disjointed blocks of paltry expression. I’m sure this poem ought to mean something, and I could make a case for what that might be, it is the form that seems oddly disconcerting, an etiolated flower, the white patch of a limestone shatter.
I’m hopeful it is one of those problems that fixes itself, a phase of sorts. Otherwise, I might need to invest in writing novels.

Thank you so much for reading, if you’ve done so,
— joão-maria.

Published by João-Maria

A tick clinging to the bristles of a purple boar.

32 thoughts on “dusk (english poetry)

  1. Do not discontinue writing poetry! This is one of the most potent poems I have read in a while! You have quite a talent! Don’t belittle it. When the need to write a poem supersedes that of the novel you are working on — take the time to write the poem — oftentimes I find that writing the poem opens venues that need to be included in my prose writings! Never underestimate the creator and that which He lays upon your heart to write! There is a purpose for all that you are urged to write! Go with the flow! Just a thought. Think about it, and you decide!

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    1. Oh, thank you so much, T.K.
      You are awfully nice; I’m often sundered trying to rationalise why I’m deserving of support such as yours and of others. I realise my, erm, “poetry” is not for everyone, it is not erudite nor particularly intense or crystalline or scintillating, it is something else entirely, good because it is wholesomely mine, bad because it is so wholesomely mine.
      Then, people like you, amazing folks, shatter my manufactured isolation, and that creates such a comfortable feeling. I’m not the most gnostic of people, and I may not believe much, but I believe you.
      Thank you, truly. I know this is overly dramatic as a reply, but you’ve truly helped me today. Beyond what I’m able to convey.

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  2. One cure I have for when the writing isn’t flowing as I want it to, is to wait until I have something to say, then write, rather than trying to force the writing to come. Be prepared to drop everything and write at any hour! The thoughts tend to come and then go if not recorded then and there 🙂

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    1. Yes, I know the feeling. Most of my prose comes as a whim which I then develop after immediately sketching the major architecture of my thoughts.
      With poetry, however, it is something else entirely. I do come with inspiration, but it is as if I was a laser shaving off bits of information, in a tacit fear of what it is I truly wish to write.
      Thank you Mezruth, your caring endears me. It is always good to receive advice, I greatly value it.

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  3. I adore your poetry, Johnny. It doesn’t belong in a neat little category. It is an inspired muse at work through you. I think I understand where this one is coming from in a general sense. A variation on “don’t cast pearls before swine.” I may be totally off on it also 🙂

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    1. Oh Jade, you are the kindest spirit.
      I’m certain no particular inspiration envelops me, but I’m hopeful that, through work, I might become a worthwhile read someday. Or, at least, a fruitful one.

      It is very much like “don’t cast pearls before swine”, the only alteration is that, in the poem, the subject blindly scatters itself onto the intensity of every little pearl, slowly becoming as much a swine as the ones the pearls are being cast towards.
      Sort of, in a sense, how obsessed one can become with their own composites, even those as toxic as, for example, an ill-bred infancy full of violence. How much of that deters us from not becoming shadows of pearls instead of the pearls themselves.
      I guess.
      I adore you Jade, thank you, thank you.

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  4. I don’t think reading novels will help you write better… I think if you continue writing, that will help. This style may not be what you’re aiming for, but I think a lot of poets start out like this. Some of them never outgrow the style. Keep at it and I’m sure it will click eventually.

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    1. Thank you.
      The post mentions writing novels, not reading novels; I have and shall read novels long before and long after I write.
      I have not started like this, in fact, I used to write a lot like you do. I suppose the churns and revolutions of artistic expression work in unpredictable yet inextricable patterns.
      Again, thank you much for reading. 🙂

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    2. Reading novels does help, especially if you write novels or prose of any kind. On the other hand, if you write poetry, it is important to read poetry written by the masters – both present and past. While much of today’s style is different from the styles of the past, none should be viewed as miniscule in importance. Also, if your style tends to merger more with that of past poets, do not ignore that. Go with your own style. It is important to try and branch out to encompass other poetic forms, but not until comfort with one’s own style is achieved. This takes time. Do not give up. If you write something you find displeasing, don’t throw it a way. Put it up, it may just need a little tweeking, which you might be in a better spot to do at a later date. Keep writing – prose and poetry.

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    1. Thank you!, I’ve read, perhaps, two poems of hers. Dickinson is not widely read beyond America, but I do love her. It’s just a matter of finding her books for sale here, which I have never been able to.
      Endless gratitude, Jane, I’m glad you found so much in this paltry amateur poem. 🙂

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  5. I really enjoyed reading this poem. Thank you 🙂

    The imagery, you’ve used is wonderful.

    “where suns and stars bubbled
    and bursted in cosmic inflorescence.” —-> Superb!


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