Poetry’s Journey

It has become a cliché that each day is a clean page upon which a person can write a new story. In fact, one might only begin a new story in the one day, but that is neither here nor there. My intention for this piece is to keep it unconnected, yet still focused in some vague, nefarious aspect.

It is not brainstorming, nor is it free-writing, just a well-crafted rambling of sorts. Consider the poetic question: If maple leaves can tumble from trees, why can’t words tumble from writers’ brains? Maple leaves land in patterns on the ground, but you find the patterns only if you look for them.

I have written for a number of these kinds of internet niche vertical sites, but I have never commanded a site that receives much traffic. Such a position could prove detrimental to a writer’s ego. Luckily, I just love to write and create notions, ideas, in word patterns on the page, so I’m not troubled with the writer’s ego.

However, I have often wondered what would happen if I should write some really outrageous pieces, making claims that are obviously loony. I would not want to say things that could imperil anyone who believed my ludicrous claims, just silly enough to cause some head-scratching and maybe an irate email or two. I am convinced that most people do not really like to read, so very few could possibly be led astray by someone as totally unknown as your humble writer.

People are not well-informed in certain areas and endeavors; more people are into history and politics than poetry and spirituality, but people, in general, are well-intentioned; however, there is an old adage about good intentions, remember it: The road to “heck” is paved with them. How is that for avoiding bad words?

To be continued, see “Dangerous Poetry: Discombobulating Patterns”

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