haiku: process

Posted on June 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

formed before I write
the poem in all things finds me
breathless and waiting

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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16 Responses to haiku: process

  1. Noel Ihebuzor's avatar Noel Ihebuzor says:
    June 3, 2012 at 4:23 am

    O poem, thou art unfair. why find only Susan? Or is Susan denying her role as creator, the spark of creativity, the willing eye, the sensitive ear, the heightened sensitivity that all combine to make her to spot the poemness in things ordinary? Is she denying her role in birthing you and her generous voice in singing you?

    • Susan L Daniels's avatar Susan L Daniels says:
      June 3, 2012 at 6:03 am

      I knew this was coming, since I read your beautiful poem about this on your blog first…is that a form of cheating? Regardless, point taken. What I was referring to here are those rare, magical moments where i see or experience something that causes that twist in the mind that must be written down immediately, and spring forth fully formed, almost without any direction from me outside of actually transcribing the experience, if that makes any sense. But, thank you for correcting me in such a flattering way…Again, I stand corrected, and take full responsibility for what comes out of my mouth (or in this case, fingers/pen).

      • Noel Ihebuzor's avatar Noel Ihebuzor says:
        June 3, 2012 at 9:58 am

        The anatomy of creativity! Plato and the theory of ideas! From the immanence of ideas to immanence of almost ready poems? Haba, Susan! Are those ideas/songs/poems really springing forth without our direction or is it that we are directing, creating, combining and planing, polishing without with being conscious of these processes? Between the experience that “triggers” and the output that comes tumbling forth, gushing out…is there not reflection? and note that poets in the heat of excitement can and do shorten the gestation periods of ideas/songs/poems to seconds, minutes as they seek homeostasis through the release from ideas that boil within like hot lava begging and seeking to be let loose to flower the eyes of readers. Nothing in the end is fully formed – the poet forms and reforms and the song becomes, jumps out and dances/salsas/waltzes or does atilogwu/alija!

  2. Rhonda's avatar Rhonda says:
    June 3, 2012 at 3:04 pm

    I agree with Noel, except for one thing. Poem, thou art not having any trouble finding two such creators!

  3. coffeehousejunkie's avatar coffeehousejunkie says:
    June 3, 2012 at 4:06 pm

    This poem belongs as an epigraph to a collection poems. Amazing.

  4. zongrik's avatar zongrik says:
    June 3, 2012 at 11:36 pm

    i like how the poem finds you. that’s how i feel.

  5. Deborah Avila's avatar Deborah Avila says:
    June 3, 2012 at 11:44 pm

    That’s exactly how it feels! Beautiful Susan!

  6. Mr. Walker's avatar Mr. Walker says:
    June 4, 2012 at 3:06 pm

    This has a mystical quality to it that I like. And yet, so grounded, that exhale breath I often give when I finish a poem – I felt that too.

    Richard

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