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What is a poem, actually?

I'm unsure exactly what a poem is. I've never had formal training in poetry writing but with me the words come out and seem to know the order in which they wish to appear.

I've been writing with notebook and pen and discovering a creativity that has been lacking when I compose on the computer. It's been fun to experience some of the same feelings I had when I first started to write. Pure bliss. Plus, I'm in the process of renewing my commitment to my work.

It's a good solid honest feeling.

It feels as though I've been on a sabbatical without leaving home.

The four youngest grand kids I have here this week keep reminding my grand mothering duties come first. We are now on our tenth good night hug. But they're adjusting to the fact that mom is going on a week's vacation without them. A first and a real adjustment.
So far they've handled it well.

Thanks for continuing to read my posts and commenting.
Blogging really is a give and take relationship.

Blessings to you and  yours.
Tonight I am blessed with not only a good birthday and some writing accomplished but so many little ones in the house who think I'm great. Nothing beats that feeling.

God bless all of you, my dear friends!

Comments on poetry are welcome as it seems my words want to take that form lately.
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  1. GailJune 9, 2011 at 7:12 AM

    Nothing like the feeling of creating with pen and paper.

    Enjoy the grands.

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  2. Deb ShuckaJune 9, 2011 at 2:03 PM

    Your poetry is beautiful, Barb. I find writing with pen and paper changes the feel and tone of my words as well. It's wonderful that you've found this way to recharge.

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  3. Susie SwansonJune 9, 2011 at 2:07 PM

    I'm with you when it comes to writing poetry. I have never had any formal training and the way it comes out is the only way I know. I have always wrote with a pen and paper. I make sure it is the way I want it before I ever think about putting it on the computer. That's the best way, I found that out a long time ago. Glad I'm not alone.. I love your poetry, it is beautiful and so creatitive.. Blessings, Susie

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  4. yayaJune 9, 2011 at 4:32 PM

    I feel taking the time with pen and paper gives my brain the time to really feel and then write. We're always rushing around in life and the computer keyboard is just another way of speeding through it! I enjoy your poetry and your blog. I agree with you about the Grandkiddos..with my own kids it was always a toss up as to whether I was doing things right..with the Grands, you can't really mess up..they seem to overlook any mistakes!

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  5. Sally WesselyJune 9, 2011 at 6:09 PM

    A sabbatical is a good thing even if you were not officially awarded one.

    I don't really feel like I'm writing unless it is with a pen and paper. I love your poems. I seldom take the time to read poetry, but I read yours and loved them.

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  6. B. WHITTINGTONJune 9, 2011 at 10:06 PM

    You cannot know how my day has been lifted.
    It's been a rough one with the kiddies missing their mom who has never left them for more than a few hrs.
    Plus the busyness of it all has me dragging.
    I'm heading to bed. Everyone tucked in and feeling a good kind of exhaustion.
    Blessings to you for all your support. B

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  7. T. Powell ColtrinJune 11, 2011 at 8:10 AM

    There is something about pen and paper that is truly therapy. It does this for me:
    1. Helps me focus
    2. I get to practice my actual handwriting skills that I rarely do anymore.
    3. I can't internet surf which saves me mountains of time.

    PS I love my grandbabies, too.

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