The Words Pour Out Across Space and Time #Poetry #Poems

The harrowing task of writing a poem used to be just that, harrowing. Mostly because I didn’t want to take risks. I was always trying to understand the work of great poets. Usually, that’s what we do as writers, we examine other work to understand how to write well. With that academic knowledge comes great frustration.  Rigid, personal and actionable unhappiness found me with that practice because I will never write like the great poets.

But is that such a bad thing? Maybe if I want to win a prestigious literary award. But I’ve never been interested in winning awards. It’s the doing I’m interested in. I write poetry with three motives, passion, intuition and impulse, writing at the very moment when an idea presents itself. Hoping always to bring together a tangible understanding, curiosity and thought. They may not be works of great acclaim, but I’m not after that. I’m after human connection. And the product becomes poems like this:

The Empty by Vacen Taylor

The Radio by Vacen Taylor

Wonder by Vacen Taylor

The Deep Song by VacenTaylor

The Creative Life by Vacen Taylor

Old Bones by Vacen Taylor

So until next time… “Be brave and bold in your chosen field of creativity. And never be afraid to explore new techniques

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