One of the best things about being a poet is that every poem gives you a chance to get things right. If you don't like what you did in the last poem, or the last 20 poems, this poem is your chance to get everything in place.  Whatever mistakes you may have made in the past are only pointers to use to get better.

There's just basically something inherently hopeful in writing a poem. Even if the poem itself is a poem of grim and unrelenting doom. The very fact that you're  writing a poem means you still believe in a few basic things such as human communication, artistic expression, and the capacity of language to conform to your emotions and thoughts. 

So when you face a blank screen or blank piece of paper or simply sitting alone with your creative thoughts, consider every moment and  Act of Hope. 

Every poem you write ( up to a point)  helps you write the next poem better. 

But what happens when that's no longer the case? Is it possible to reach your Peak as a poet?  If you do, will you know? 

Can anybody tell you?

You probably will reach a peak as a poet, but you probably won't know when it happens, and neither will anyone else. If you happen to write a very popular poem, or a very popular book of poems you may still write better poems even if  they don't gain as much instant popularity.

So I guess I'm trying to tell you to look at every poem  you write (or try to write) with the belief that you're still getting better. 

Don't let doubt or fear stop you; don't let the past or social media stop you.  the worst thing you can do as a poet is to stop growing.  As long as you're writing your growing so just keep writing!

If you'd like a bit of secret friendly help for your poems contact me through the Poem Polisher button below,  or email me at pitchblackpoet@yahoo.com   

This blog-post is dedicated to a great poet that I'm almost sure you've never heard of but definitely need to know. So, I want to introduce you to her work. But before I do, I'd like to sing out some personal praises for Madelyn Eastlund because she was one of my most important poetic mentors.

Mentors are a big part of any artist's journey. I've had many. Some good; some not so good. Madelyn Eastlund is high on my "good mentors" list and there are many reasons for that. The first reason is that, early on in my writing career after publishing a handful of my poems in her Harp Strings Poetry Journal, she invited me to participate in Poet's Forum Magazine.

​PFM was a print magazine where poets published poems and commented on each others poems. This was an incredible experience and I learned to shop-talk and swap criticism with some of the most talented and ambitious poets around.  From PFM I took away two indispensable lessons for any poet:

1) You're never as good as you think you are.
2) There's always somebody better.

But, believe it or not, these are good things. Trust me, learning to face robust criticism from your peers (and potential audiences) and learning from that criticism will double your creative power.

The second reason that Madelyn is one of my top mentors is because of her native talent and skill. She wrote dozens of exceptional poems and had a clear and consistent knack for setting, image, and theme. Yes, I did learn a few things from Madelyn Eastlund about how to stay prolific, as well as how to access and refine my own skills and I'll happily share a bit now and more in future blogs. 

But now let's turn to one of Madelyn's many excellent portrait-poems. The poem: "Grandma's Eighty-Fifth Birthday," is from a  slim chapbook  of Madelyn's titled Portraits. There's not a bad poem in the book, but I think this one's my favorite.

The poem is a single stanza, twenty-two lines in irregular meter. When I say "irregular" I mean irregular. Some lines have a single syllable; others stretch out to five or more.

Madelyn was an ace with poetic forms. If you click her picture above, it will take you to a page with three of her poems: a Malayan Pantoum, a Roundeau Redoublé, and a prose poem, all executed with precision and panache.

So her choice to present this poem in a single stanza with irregular meter is no accident. It is , in fact, a way to represent the rush of time and fragmentation of life that is universally understood as part of aging. The poem starts with the lines:

             Her voice is a brook
             babbling on;
             her hands are the wings
             of a butterfly fluttering
             in the air.

Note the alliteration between "babbling" and "butterfly." This is important because, taken together, the words make "babbling butterfly" which is exactly what Madelyn wants us to see in her portrait of Grandma.

Butterflies are symbols of the soul and of transformation. This gives the stanza a hopeful lilt as it careens on through a depiction of old-age:

            She gives the street
            a quizzical look

But goes on to cross the street "as quick as a deer" which, for those of you who are familiar with hermetic symbolism, is another symbol of transformation.

The old woman has become a "babbling butterfly" and then a deer. Finally, in the final eight lines, her memory is described as  bird that flies from the nest and comes back sometimes to sing:

          of almost remembered
          things
​          slightly awry.  

The next transformation is not spelled out, but we can guess what it might be. Since the word "things" is given so much emphasis and it's connected to the word "awry," the obvious conclusion is that the old woman is becoming less concerned with the world of things. "Awry" forms an unexpected rhyme with "butterfly" and lets us know that the "butterfly/deer/bird" part of the woman is starting to lose contact with earthly things.

She's becoming pure soul.

This is what good poets do. And Madelyn Eastlund was one of the greats. 

​I encourage you to check out her work wherever and whenever you can find it. 

​Meanwhile, if you'd like to discuss mentors, poems, souls, or anything else just hit the talk button up top or down below. I'll blog more on Madelyn and my other poetic mentors from time to time.

It's an important topic. 

One fun form I learned from Madelyn that she was particularly strong with was the haibun. Click the buttons below to see on old example of one of mine and a web article on how to write one yourself.