by Amy LV
Students - Today's verse grew from an interruption. I was writing in my notebook yesterday morning when our daughter walked into the room to tell me how when pulling some burdocks from Sage, she pulled out a huge clump of fur. This reminded me of times we've brushed huge piles of fur out of Sage, times we've said, "We could make a new dog out of this pile!"
Once again, I learned that paying attention to the world - even when writing - can yield an idea. It may be a weird idea, but an idea nonetheless.
Sound-wise, today's poem is a little bit breathless. I could have broken it up into stanzas (where would you do this?) but instead, I kept the lines in one big blob. I did this because I like the way the lines run all into each other, the way this makes a reader read more quickly. It feels like a story-I-want-to-tell-now!
Often, I will take a bit from my real life and then play with the reality, adding just a wee bit of fantasy. The dog is real. We really brush her. We really get a pile of fur. The fur pile really feels large enough to make a new dog. But the magic words? Nope. And the new dog growing? Nope. That's where I play. Try this yourself sometime. Start real. End unreal.
Our Dog Sage
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