BUILDING A POEM

BUILDING A POEM

The reason my poems are called “Life-Built Poems” is because I use everything I encounter as a “foundation” to construct them – any idea, any feeling, any life event or change can end up as a poem.  The “materials” list for poetry construction includes tears, joy, rage and every emotion your heart and body can feel as well as every thought your mind can think, no matter how “politically incorrect” or whatever the latest bugaboo thing the Mind Police has promulgated.  You can throw in every laugh and every sob and every pensive moment.

You reach for freedom when you pick up that pen.    It’s one other way to access your Inner Smarty-Pants…one that doesn’t require turning your body into a pretzel or trying a bunch of confusing esoteric stuff that’s apparently designed to turn you into a space cadet first.

I’m a Baby Boomer.  When I wrote this poem, it seemed to me that there is a whole lot of denial going ’round.  I don’t know if it’s our so-called “youth-oriented” culture, or what it is.  I do know that Old is not a popular thing.  (Oh, it’s okay and well and good if the friend you’ve had since kindergarten is getting more ditzy every time you see her and is showing a bunch of wear and tear.  But, really, old is NOT you.  Right.)

This whole denial thing bothered me and maybe that’s why this poem happened.  When I read it at a Maui Live Poets gathering, every one of my contemporaries smiled or laughed out loud, probably in recognition (or at least in acknowledgment).  I suppose the young ones smirked.  (Of course, this whole age thing is never going to happen to them….)


A CONFESSION

 It’s a popular fiction now

To pretend that our grandparents’ “old”

Is the new “middle age,”

That, somehow, “young” is really third prize.

(The young ones snicker quietly

At our loudly-espoused contentions.

They roll their eyes

At the silly masks we hide behind.)

 

Me, I’ll go with a radical confession instead.

I’m going to say it out loud:

I AM OLD.

Awww…stop….

Your polite refutations and objections won’t change this verity.

This is not an invitation for you

To grab a big eraser and wipe away my real….

As if it’s some erasable purple ink

Writ large on a whiteboard.

 

I AM OLD.

And, yeah, I do know

Time is not on my side.

The indignities of age press in.

 

But, there are compensations, ya know.

The book of days I carry with me is heavy

With memories of people loved and deeds done and done,

Of dreams fulfilled and fantasies exposed,

Of critical lessons learned and learned again,

Just one more artifact in the museum of my life.

 

And, still, somewhere in all of that

There’s the silly little girl in the bright red pointy shoes.

She’s still dancin’,

And, still, she makes me laugh!

By Netta Kanoho

Picture credit:  Old People Sign by Richard Riley via Flickr [CC BY 2.0]

So, hey, what are you thinking?  What are you feeling?  Why not go ask your Inner Smarty-Pants?

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10 thoughts on “BUILDING A POEM

  1. As a fellow baby boomer I can relate to your message in the poem. Your perspective certainly does change as you get older. It is so true what I once thought was old is now not old at all. Why? you ask. What has changed? Nothing other than the fact that I am now that age. I think you are right I should embrace myself or should I say my age.

    1. Hey Maureen:

      You go, girl! Thanks for the visit. Please come again….

  2. I’m a writer and I run a writers group. We share poetry all the time and even though most of us are fiction or memoir writers, I think almost every member of our group has written poems from time to time. And for just the reason(s) you’re talking about here. Poetry is a wonderful way to explore your feelings, and to get out bad feelings. I personally have found writing poetry extremely therapeutic, ever since I wrote my first “my boyfriend broke up with me – I can’t possibly live another day” poem as a teenager. Wonderful article. Keep writing!

    1. Thanks for the visit and the encouragement, Debra. Come again!

  3. Gideon Eshett says:

    Hi there,
    I really like how you expressed yourself in the poem, I am into poetry as well, the way you gave a clear picture about poetry is great, I wish you good luck in that and I also love your page layout, it helps people navigate well in your website.

    1. Thanks for the visit and your encouragement, Gideon. Please come again!

  4. I really like poems and never thought I would find creative sites on that, I really like the way you have put in so much effort in actually penning your thoughts here.
    I can really get the gist of the poems and I like the way you have expressed your thoughts here
    Good work keep writing.

    1. Thanks for the encouragement and the visit, shrey. Please come again!

  5. I enjoy reading poems and how you built yours is interesting. It’s wonderful that you take inspiration from your own life and the world around you, as it gives your poem, particularly the one above, a more personal and heartfelt feelings. I used to write some before; after coming upon this post, I am inspired to pick up the pen again. Really like your advice: “You reach for freedom when you pick up that pen.”

    1. Hey Lily….you go! Thanks for visiting and your comment. Please come again….

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