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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. ~~Robert Frost
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. ~~Emily Dickinson
To read a poem is to hear it with our eyes; to hear it is to see it with our ears.~~ Octavio Paz
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.~~ Thomas Gray
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Emotional poetry, the kind that digs clear through to the soul and wraps a fist around a heart, can be some of the best poetry. Why? Because it pulls at you, triggers emotions in the reader forging an instant connection between author and reader. It is different than commentary, storytelling or epiphanic poetry.
It is one that works well for spoken poetry where the writer can add a vocal layering to the words building on the punch of the words themselves. I'm a big fan of poetry readings, where you've memorized your work and you lead with your heart, locking eyes with your audience and dragging them into your world.
It gives an immediacy to the work, the sounds and shapes of the words forming a bubble where the feeling/events of the poem are in and of the moment and where the listeners are a part, become a shadow in that universe. Because the emotional poetry tugs at the shared emotions, similar circumstances and shared experiences, it can be terribly powerful, absolutely engaging and it can reinforce the importance of poetry in general in a world where it is often considered something one is forced to read in school and is generally thought to be incomprehensible. (Sad, I know!)
Now, I am not saying that story poems or any kind (for that matter) don't work when spoken, because the same can apply to them as well, but the emotional ones really benefit.
To this end, even if one isn't the sort to get up and read at a gathering, reading your words aloud is still beneficial. If you stumble over a line or word combination, chances are your reader will too. It helps you to see where a line should end or where punctuation would be helpful to guide both a speaker and a reader. For the reader as well, say, when reviewing, reading a poem out loud may give the reader both a deeper appreciation of the words and the way the poem sounds or resonates.
Just some thoughts and an idea to try.
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Fivesixer  writes: I keep scraps of lines. I also have a tiny notebook of lines/titles. When I'm ready, they can come in handy. Poetry and life are similar puzzles at times; I don't remember where this came from but I remember writing it: "The Last Z" ...I'm sharing it only because I think it sorta fits with what you're saying in the earlier part of your letter. As for muses, I think mine's drunk most of the time. Therefore, I have to rely on my own mood striking me. It's a toss-up either way.
Monty  says: Where does my muse go? not sure it comes back to slow. Thanks for telling me you don't always agree with yours.
Nope, I don't. But then, she/he/they (depending on the one of the moment) don't always agree with me either. Nor do they listen!
K Lang  comments: My muse.
I've always thought that my muse was my mother. When I lost her last year I was devastated. I literally stopped writing. It took me months before I was able to pick up a pen and paper. I didn't think it could get worse. However, another tragedy made me realize how wrong I was. My oldest sister got sick with the covid virus back in March, and it's been a very hard time for our family. A few weeks later we were told to say our good-byes to my beloved sister. So I did, I ended my time by telling her that if she couldn't fight anymore that it was ok. Our mother needed her more. No sooner that I told her, she suddenly started fighting. She started kicking and shaking her head no. She's now covid free but unfortunately it will take awhile for her to get back to normal. Perhaps what I said made her fight more perhaps not, only she would know. That same day I picked up my pen and paper and the words just flowed. That was the day I realized. My muse is my sister. I love you sis. I am always with you in spirit.
Lilli 🧿 ☕  laughs: Fun NL! I especially loved the image of flicking your muse off the desk!
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