Streaming is one element that I trust to say something in my poetry that I cannot. It was not always easy to trust the nudges of my Juno but every time I did, it was always a better outcome than I could have imagined. When I began this poem, Road Heat, I knew the direction I wanted to type although visually it didn’t take on the image I had imagined, I was still very pleased, even more so than the idea in my head. One of my favorite parts is the beginning. It stands out to be different. It might even look like error but that is the beauty of trusting the streaming. As it says, “I tried to speak your language” It is the first and only line that alludes to traditional typing, linear. By the next line, the format has immediately changed and could be interpreted as returning, as it is cyclical, to the writer’s native tongue. The last line states, “Returning home to me.” as it rolls into the center of the nest. I find beauty in words and beauty in the language of visual format.
You can find the Poem A Day in my blog under Poem a Day: April 2015 or on my fan page.