Muddle

From an untidy, disorganised
muddle, we unpick poems,
cuddle them close until they breathe.

In a cluttered, haphazard
jumble of thoughts and ideas, words
tumble and line up themselves up

cleaving imagery into stanzas,
weaving poetic sanity from knots
and tangles of the mind.

Kim M. Russell, 7th May 2018

Image result for paintings and artwork of weavers
The Weavers by Walter Gay

My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: Muddle up that Muse

De has got us in a muddle for this Monday’s Quadrille!

50 thoughts on “Muddle”

  8. oh yes, Kim. You’ve got the poetic process down well here….from befuddled muddle of words to, and always in your case, wonderful sensical poetry! LOVE that last stanza and the image you’ve chosen.

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    1. Thank you, Lill! I had a rough night, couldn’t sleep, and woke up with the worst headache and swollen eyes. Once they settle down, I’ll be reading – the poetry will help. 🙂

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  15. kaykuala

    In a cluttered, haphazard
    jumble of thoughts and ideas, words
    tumble and line up themselves up

    The second stanza is a perfect possibility. But it gives the impression things are easy, not so though.

    Hank

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  17. I love this, Kim. This may be one of my favorites of yours. I particularly like the first stanza–which could even stand alone. The “unpicking” and cuddling of poems. And later the weaving. . .
    The painting is perfect, too.

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  23. A beautiful tribute to the process! I especially love this…”weaving poetic sanity from knots
    and tangles of the mind”. It really does feel like that sometimes.

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