Word-Children (Poetry)

As a writer of poetry, that which I write is part of my heart and mind, that which I write are my thoughts and feelings. I write to refresh my soul, discover the inner-network of my spirit, to discover the depths of my heart and the breadth of my mind.

The majority of my currently published work has been written at night by candle-light. Upon waking the next morning, then reading what I have written, I have been rather ‘stunned’ to review my writing.

Some of the poetry has been releasing, revealing and revolutionary. Well, at least that is how I thought and felt about this poetry of mine at the time. Some of them became precious, others I thought rather pretentious, still others were like prim and proper.

Having gathered ‘a couple of banana boxes’, I gathered them into themes or story lines ready for publishing. One particular day, I had them all spread out on the floor to decide which ones would be best suited in which book. It was then I remembered the phrase “word-child”. This term came from a discussion group I belonged. The discussion centered around one of Clarissa Pinkola Estes books.

So, here I am, on my knees, surround by hand written poetry, and pondering which ones would be the best to tell the story to the theme I had decided upon. I declared aloud “these are my word-children”. The impact had the desired effect. Pretentious, prim and proper were given voice along with the precious. Each of them were given place and poise in the given theme. I was also inspired to create themes to suit many others of a different voice.

So it was, that I became the Writer who gave birth to Word-Children.