Monday, January 27, 2025
ESSAY - WHAIKU HAIKU?
My head is full of words. Many of them doing acrobatics, grabbing onto one another, letting go, flying through the air...
Apparently, often without a net, as they tend to flash through the air of my mind and disappear.
Part of that's attributable to my ADHD brain, I'm sure. Always looking for the next exciting act and immediately relegating the previous one(s) to some mysterious hell hole from which only a few emerge from time to time, emaciated and staggering under the weight of chains of meaning, which, like those of Marley's ghost, only I can see.
We tend to see only the "finished" works of poets, but, if we could travel through time to their cottages and hovels, for poets ARE poor, aren't they, we would see scraps covered with words, phrases, sentences, and, possibly like some comedy sketches I've seen, piles of crumpled paper, each representing an "act" that didn't make the cut.
I have notebooks, scraps of paper, even, yes, cocktail napkins, and, more than once, a piece of toilet paper, with poems, ideas, words.
That's why I write so many haiku. That's how I save my words. Many of these short little snippets grow up to be real poems, the others serve to keep my disappearing thoughts alive.
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Apparently, often without a net, as they tend to flash through the air of my mind and disappear.
Part of that's attributable to my ADHD brain, I'm sure. Always looking for the next exciting act and immediately relegating the previous one(s) to some mysterious hell hole from which only a few emerge from time to time, emaciated and staggering under the weight of chains of meaning, which, like those of Marley's ghost, only I can see.
We tend to see only the "finished" works of poets, but, if we could travel through time to their cottages and hovels, for poets ARE poor, aren't they, we would see scraps covered with words, phrases, sentences, and, possibly like some comedy sketches I've seen, piles of crumpled paper, each representing an "act" that didn't make the cut.
I have notebooks, scraps of paper, even, yes, cocktail napkins, and, more than once, a piece of toilet paper, with poems, ideas, words.
That's why I write so many haiku. That's how I save my words. Many of these short little snippets grow up to be real poems, the others serve to keep my disappearing thoughts alive.
SPONSORED BY REVITOL SKINCARE PRODUCTS
Labels: adult ADHD, donovan baldwin, essay, poems, poetry, poets, writing haiku
# posted by Donovan Baldwin @ 11:24 AM 
