|Posted by Shawn Ewing on September 1, 2014 at 10:45 PM|
Ever since my days as an undergrad English major, I couldn't help but notice how literature can act as a very strange mirror. Poetry and narrative fiction both have this effect, but with differences.
I find writing relaxing and when I write poetry, I find myself in deep introspection, even if I read what I just wrote and find myself perplexed afterward. But, I suppose that's its own little reward: to see something, a connection, you don't quite understand. Emily Dickinson has a firm influence on my poetry: I don't title it.
I have come to the conclusion that poetry and creative writing in general is my form of meditation and release.
Bring me the Stars
and I shall remain
bring me the Stones
and I shall pave a Path.
(By Shawn Ewing)
Like I said before, sometimes poetry is obscure to even the writer. The following is heavy with images, as all poetry is.
Before me the Spiral:
it gleams and shines--
though it is false.
Lead wings fly
on the Wind called Sorrow
(By Shawn Ewing).
The above to are two recent poems I wrote. I actually wrote them yesterday (8/31/14).