The Poet’s Companion: Images

I’m not really sure what else a memory could be other than an image, whether it’s visual, tactile, or whatever sense that holds it.

I like the line about writing something so real the reader lives it too. I think that would be a good exercise for me, to make a poem an experience in itself rather than an account about an experience. I’d like to push myself into using more detail, especially past the notion that a lot of detail just covers up the poem. There must be some middle ground.

“you are gone into what is not fear or joy/ But a whirling of sunlight and water and air full of shining dust/ That takes you, a dream that is not of you but will let you/ Into itself if you love enough”

The part of the poem that’s quoted is a great example of using an image to pull the reader into the action. I was able to see myself being sucked into the grains and living that moment of whirlpool action.

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