Last night I wrote a poem. I got the idea for the form from thinking about Paul’s snowball poem. I liked thinking of another way to play with the words.
But … Is it that simple? Can I really have created a new form? Just like that (snap of fingers)? That seems impossible.
But … What if it’s true? What if no one ever had that idea before? What does that mean? I get to name it, call it some trying-to-be-clever thing that no one (maybe no one) ever called a poem before? That really does seem impossible.
But … That doesn’t mean I didn’t take some time today to think of names. I thought immediately of using numbers, or using the word for “syllables” in some language other than English. I thought I should use an African language, but which? And besides, isn’t that obnoxious? And pretentious? But I couldn’t make myself set it aside, so I apologize.
I have a few now that I like, and maybe you can help me choose. Here is tonight’s poem:
a way to talk,
share myself with you,
calm hides all terrors,
holds me back.
I am smiling
and saying nothing.
And now for the voting:
Let me know what you think. I’m open to other suggestions, too!