Today, I resumed my writing. I began with a stanza from the “Autumn” poem draft that hitherto I have considered complete, but now find incongruous. I am pleased to report that already I have composed, in rough form, several alternatives. This does, of course, further postpone the completion of the poem, but it cannot be helped!
creative process
After a two-month semi-hiatus, I return to the countryside and prepare to resume work on my anthology. “Autumn” is yet unfinished. I had hoped to complete the poem in January, but February is more likely given my poring and deliberate process.
The traditional poet’s greatest challenge is surely the avoidance of cliché. It takes great effort to eradicate from a composition, made harder by the fact that in the throes of writing, it can be difficult to detect. Adding to the agony is the task of its extraction—oft at the cost of a much-loved idea.
Forgotten Fields 