This week’s submissions come from Kingston student Nik Way. Nik’s subtle, observation based approach to poetry is quite refreshing. The combination of interesting images with the mulling over of the process of producing poetry leaves the reader examining their own methods.
sitting at 30,000 feet
a cloud blanket below
here, there is no girl I left
or boy I am returning to
days I have spent
do not exist
the dentist appointment I must
rush to keep upon landing is in
half-heard in cracks
sitting still at 500 miles-per-hour
with an empty page before me
I am content
not to fill it
Don’t write me a poem.
I don’t care for an image that strikes me
like a crossbow bolt in my back garden.
Write, if you like, the jazziest rhymes to a
tempo that can’t be beat. See what good
it does. Subtle seductions will be ignored.
Stanzas may be strong and long, form
masterful. You could touch me in ways
and places I didn’t know, leave a sound
lingers long beyond your lyrics. No poem
you pen will reach me, leave the page.
Write me a novel
and I might read it.
What is interesting about Nik’s poems is that they are both in a way about the act of writing but don’t repel us the way many pieces about the writing process often do. Luggage nicely sums up the dilemma of whether or not crammed into the back of coach is really the right time to write. Love letters is equally as interesting and seems a more modern and slightly more twisted approach to the process of writing a love poem.