Poetry and Changing the Setting
I just want the world to write poetry all day long.
That's not quite exact, but it's close. I want more quality poetry. I can never forget the comfort a dear friend brought to me when she identified a distinction: Some write poetry as a craft, with skill, with hard work. Some write "poetry" as a pseudo-non-prose emotional outlet.
Regrettably, not many make that distinction.
I'm a serious fan of poetry. I always want to share it; typically, people intimate that they don't really like poetry, that they don't even quite get poetry. I am proud to say that, on more than one occasion, I have shared a poem with said persons, and they've responded with, "Oh, I like that one!"
If you're at all interested in dispelling your uninformed prejudice against poetry,
read C. S. Lewis' work.
Joyce Kilmer wrote one of my favorites.
Even a few of my poems have turned out pretty well.
Give (real) poetry a try; it will only improve your life.
Speaking of dragonflies (I just saw one hovering above a car outside), I recently read that the size of insects is determined by the amount of oxygen in their environment. Why haven't scientists over-oxygenated dragonflies to monstrous proportions?! Imagine a horse-sized dragonfly. How to Train Your Dragonfly anyone? It's a beautiful image.
In other news, Meadowvale lingers. I have figured out what's happening with Xormite though. There's the old language that evokes things, and Xormite simply allows the printed/engraved words to linger; it allows their effects to be bound to an object.
I really just have to follow my heart and let the words flow. Honestly—and don't tell anyone this because it's rather crazy—I've been considering the idea of turning Meadowvale into some futuristic or alien story. It wouldn't change the story one bit (I don't think anyway), but it might give me a bit more freedom with the creatures. Instead of rabbits and lizards, maybe aliens and cyborgs. Probably not though. The main reason I considered that business is because I have no real reason for them being rabbits and lizards. I was inspired by Brian Jacques, and I began my story on a strange fit of imagination.
I should get to it.
See ya on the other side of Meadowvale.
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