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Top Surgery Part II
https://musingtopieces.wordpress.com/2019/02/17/top-surgery-part-ii/
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My beau wrote a poem about his top surgery! ❤️
And for the record, I would like to add that during his recovery he’s been a very agreeable patient. The wedding’s still on!
I’m not much of a poet myself, but these are some really helpful guidelines for good poeming.
For many people, poetry hits the page in a rush of emotion and/or inspiration. Developing it beyond that point can feel a tad sacrilegious, and I remember it took me quite some time both to learn how to do it, and to be willing to do it. I’ve tried writing the kind of poetry that is tinkered out in a calmer and more intellectual way and I can’t honestly say I like the results. As writing poetry is something I do for myself, I don’t have to be workish about it, I can wait for the lightning bolt to strike.
My usual method (other methods no doubt exist and are just as valid) is to write in the heat of the moment, and then put the piece aside for a day or two. When I come back, I’ll read through and see how I feel about it. I then get…
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I finished this poem and posted it on The Prose a few days ago, but it’s a culmination of an idea I picked up from an open mic night in high school. After some concerns about accidentally plagiarizing, I shelved the idea. Now, ten years later, I finally feel like I’ve taken the basic concept and made it uniquely my own.
Although all of this was written in December ‘16, in some ways it’s a tribute to the way I wrote in high school. Back then I had a habit of leaving the identities of the speaker and their love interest intentionally vague, so the reader could make their own associations and assumptions. (Btw, if you read it I’d be very interested in hearing about those.) I did this all the time in my writing in high school, and after a while the indecision of it started annoying me — but in retrospect that was just slightly before I started questioning my sexuality, so I guess that makes sense.
My wonderful partner (MusingToPieces, We Are So Broken) suggested this to me and will be contributing haikus soon. However, to kick off, here’s this silly poem I just wrote.
Goldfish to good times,
I’m an elephant to bad times.
Please let it reverse.
