Letting Go

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For me, writing poetry is liberating.  There is a sense of relief when  my words land and make sense.  When the words sound right, the verse is free, the stanzas appear well fitted, and the meter slips into a perfect pattern.  Simply put, the words work and a poem has come to life.

I recently published a second book of poetry called Time Enough.  After two years of wrestling with the right words, nailing down a thematic focus, editing and revising, I was ready to let go.  Well, almost.

Margaret Atwood observes that editing is a rigorous process at every stage – right to the very end.  It often feels like authors are forever battling to save themselves from their own mistakes.  Are there inconsistencies?  Are all the dots connected?  Is the final outcome a matter of pride?  Is there a fluid and graceful execution?
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How to end is huge.  It’s a crap shoot. I’m not sure that a perfect ending exists.  At best, It’s one that seems to fit.
It’s how you let go.
                                                               
                                                                        Knowing When
 
                                                                        I end with myself
                                                                        the one I know best
 
                                                                         the one that makes me laugh
                                                                         the one that makes me cry
 
                                                                         the one I love and fear
                                                                         in equal parts
 
                                                                         the one I search for
                                                                         when lost
 
                                                                          the one I reach for
                                                                          when found
 
                                                                           the one I need most
                                                                           to see life as it is
                                                                           and has been
 
                                                                           it is the one who knows
                                                                           when to let me go
                                                                           in the end.
 
 
                                                                            cbienko
                                                                            Time Enough
 
 
                                                                         
 
                                                                          
 
 
 

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