Ripples by *opticnerverHi everyone! Today I am going to share another exercise from the book, "Writing Poetry from the Inside Out" . We are going to try an exercise involving our inner and outer worlds. The author Sandford Lyne shares more than his own experiences and prompts. He shares other poets views. He mentions Ralph Waldo Emerson and his essay, "Circles". Emerson writes that the beauty of a circle is that another greater circle can always be drawn on envisioned around it, and that adding circle upon circle can go on infinitely and perhaps forever. You can see a stone being thrown in a pond and how the ripples expand outward. "Emerson saw all this as symbolic of our consciousness and its growth; inevitably, there is no shore, no limit to our knowing." Bottom line it is all about expanding our awareness. Writing helps our circles grow, reading and sharing does, too.
On a piece of paper draw a line down the middle. On the left side write the word INNER and on the right side write OUTER. Now we are going to gather words and phrases. Write something inner that is going on with you on the left side. It can be simple, I'm angry, sad, stressed...Write any feelings it can be today or yesterday, or last week. On the right side jot down and describe what captures your attention in the outer word. If you can go outside or look at a window. Observe the weather, the trees, the sky, do you see a bird? Collect ideas, thoughts from what you "see" in your inner and outer worlds.
Only write down what captures your interest. Here is the author's paper:
judge lies fields of flowers
Senate hearings autumn sun blue sky
panel power the forms and shapes of things
I walk a hill between woods
Whom to believe, both
accomplished jurists each perfect thing I see
how to know what
really happened self-blazing flowers
WALKING DOWN A FIELD, October 1991
till elevation comes.
The field of flowers
tell no lies,
nor harasses one bloom another
with its incumbent power.
None hold an office;
none are impaneled to judge.
Each is en-sunned
with its own mysterious angel
of color and form
to make a field of flowers,
The author explains he didn't see a conclusion about this case, but that he needed altitude. He was disturbed by the case, but this was his disturbance that lead to this poem. He collected his inner and outer thoughts to regain his balance.
"Your job is to find and express how you see things... This exercise helps you capture a moment in time. Yes, you can embellish, but it is about following the thread that connects your inner world to your outer and see what you can create." He mentions his favorite inner, outer poem by poet Mary Oliver.
Where Does the Temple Begin, Where Does It End?
There are things you can't reach. But
you can reach out to them, and all day long.
The wind, the bird flying away. The idea of God.
And it can keep you busy as anything else, and
The snake slides away; the fish jumps, like a little
out of the water and back in; the gold finches sing
from the unreachable top of the tree.
I look; morning to night I am never done with
Looking I mean not just standing around, but
standing around as though with your arms open.
And thinking; maybe something will come, some
shining coil of wind,
or a few leaves from any old tree-
they are all in this too.
And now I will tell you the truth.
Everything in the world
At least, closer.
Like the nibbling, tinsel-eyed fish; the unlooping
Like goldfinches, little dolls of gold
fluttering around the corner of the sky
of God, the blue air.