Written: August 2021
From THE WATERS: Prose and Poetry, By R.P. Watts
A some rose, grapes, a life below
a some rose, grapes, a life below
a melting cloud bathes the morning
smoke force carries me forth
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In writing poetry, the act itself seems(ed) a riddle to the outer world. While (as I’ve mentioned) the camouflage that surrounds the words does, I believe, come from the structure of the limbic system, there is another element that needs exploration. The act of veiling the meaning and purpose is in itself an act of poetry and an act of self-protection. It would not do to write “Jordan, I have a deep feeling of sadness that you choose not to be with me…”, for example. It is too direct, too open. It does not get across the experience of having such an emotional experience.
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FROM THE WATERS:
January 19th, 2003
a thin white ghost child laughed by me walking
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At a time, I’d have referred to this as a vanity project.
(I no longer like the term.)
My first genuine interest in poetry came through Dylan Thomas.
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