Am I the parent of my poetry? How responsible am I for its actions and growth?
Should I let it raise itself?

Becoming a Better Writer

I can't control my poetry
undisciplined cacophony
of grating tones and
half formed thoughts
like newborns that
cannot yet walk
they crawl and creep and
make a mess , those
haiku challenged little pests
hard work, more faith, and hopefully
I'll find blessed consistency
then I will plant a garden full of
syllables to share

Poetry by Hans Bump The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-01-26 at 06:53

Tags Whimsical  Artist  Growth 

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Very Musical. As Ezra Pound said "poetry atrophies when it gets further than music" Well ur poem is exactly the cure for that. Bravo

jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
I find you control your words very well and you are not horticulturally challenged.

Scharlie Meeuws
you touch a raw nerve in me with your poem. Aren't we striving all the time to achieve? Better writers, better persons....? Each morning I feel we are waking up as "babes" to learn more from our marvellous world and plant and sow and water gardens of words are hopefully thriving in the coming sunshine. Thank you for sharing your garden of syllables, Hans....

liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
Very funny
Love the Haiku line best


We give them life but it is our readers who raise them, or not. The hard part is so rarely knowing what they have become.

I tend to think discipline comes in many guises. Like music, some go by the book and others ad lib but rarely do we find a poet or musician able to do both. Your recipe works fine in my opinion.

THere are times when it feels like the opposite.
But this is a very valid approach to poetry as well,
they do take on a life of their own once they
have been taught their wings to fly!