In what will be an occasional series, I’ll be taking some of the poetry I’m creating, editing and refining and posting it for a wider audience. As the Proper Bard Podcast begins explaining my own, personal chronology with poems, it is time to pull out some of my earliest experiments with words. This is from August 2018.
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Other People's Poems My brain sees these words yet cannot connect memories to meaning. Complexity of construction; subtleties lost, passing internal translation. Give me decades to assimilate such deconstructed wisdom meaning has not passed neurones slow-firing targets of attention. They will ask for favourites as panic rises, instant memory falters no names to verses, simple ability snatched from odd stanzas, recalled. ‘That bit with the thyroid, er… their Mario poem… that’s all that I have.’ Bigger pictures after hundreds of readings offer clarity, repetitive discipline granting significance chance of expansion. I apologize for lack of comprehension, yet will always respect experiences of others.