I like poems whose impact is immediate and deep; poems that encapsulate strong feelings and ideas in a moment of imagery or action. I suppose that’s why I gravitate toward short poems.
Many times, the things I decide to write about happen in a flash, a moment where the mundane becomes metaphor. It’s made me wonder if poetry is more a way of seeing the world, and some people express this through writing.
In any case, when I write, I’m often trying to capture one of these poetic moments. Distilling them into as few words as possible seems the most fitting. Sometimes, more words just dilutes things.
Below is a poem I wrote called “Robin.” This was the opening poem in my first book, The Wind and the Shadows. The basic facts of the poem are pretty mundane: I hear a robin sing early in the morning. If you get more out of it than that, leave a comment below. I’d like to hear your thoughts!
Robin As the sun drags itself out of bedrock in the dark, I wonder how you sing.