Poetica

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A splash of life against the backdrop of a barren barrier; droplets of color race across the divide, halting in old age. Discovered art in the rough cracks of their solidified death. Time only seeks patience in the unraveling of beauty, of a life lived in full potential.

What have I just described? What is this poem about? I’ll tell you at the end.

This week on Dancing with the Poets, I’m here to discuss descriptive language. Liven your poetry with a bit of color. In this case, color means descriptive language. Don’t overdo it. Be subtle.

Don’t misunderstand. I’m not saying throw in a bunch of adjectives. No. The less adjectives, the better. I’ve been thinking about sunsets, lately. Let’s use that as an example. So, you write a poem. It’s a decent poem; far better than anything I could ever write. In this poem, you say ‘the sun sets’. Okay. That’s all right. Now, let’s spice it up with descriptive language!

The raging orb of fire slowly descends past the horizon.

All that equals ‘the sun sets’. What do you think? Sounds better, huh? I’m going to pretend like you said yes.

I’ve been working on the finishing touches for my book so that’s why I’m late on posting this entry and why I’m drawing this to an end so soon. Before I go, I have one more thing to add. I said this to a reader that reached out to me on Instagram. Poetry doesn’t always have to rhyme. It comes from the soul. It already has rhythm. I’ve come to see rhyme schemes as restrictive. I’m not totally against them. They get the point across sometimes. I just like to think we’ve evolved past nursery rhymes. That’s simply my opinion, however. You do you, Boo Boo.

Oh. About the poem I wrote at the beginning of this: it was about paint. I wrote a poem about watching paint dry.