Dearest Emily (Dickinson),
I’ve always wondered how in isolation you’ve written
such profound poetry on life, love, death, and even immortality?
you were a very private person, with a notable powerful family
how did you choose to live a life of an unknown, with great humility?
you were deemed odd and eccentric, by your neighbors, by locals
but your creativity even skyrocketed, writing the most compelling poetry
you argued that love is life and that to love is a sign of immortality
you said it with so much wisdom, knowledge, and integrity
you spoke about life with so much joy and gratitude
as if you have enjoyed the company of friends in the world outside
when in reality, you love life, in the comfort of your own bedside
“find ecstasy in life the mere sense of living is joy enough.”, you said
your experience on love was very limited or maybe none at all
for you were said to have never married or even had friends
but you wrote ’bout love with complexities and passions
of human relationships, in language so compelling as your writings
oh, dear Emily, my generation is kinda lost,
lost between writing from reality and writing from creativity
which one to follow, they don’t know, questioning their sanity
I hope they see that poetry is neither a product of reality nor creativity
I wonder how poetry would be for them if they’re placed
in a box and live alone, in isolation, in confinement?
will their poetry be lonely as an interment
or will they find beauty even in the indictment?
it is with a sad heart that I am writing this,
knowing how things changed over the years
I lived a life practically of a nun in confinement
barely leaving my room even for a moment
yet, I wrote poetry, poetry ’bout life and the world outside
I wrote poetry ’bout love and human relationships with pride
I didn’t need to go anywhere looking for a subject or inspiration
it’s basically where you are, just use your imagination
I wrote poetry on love, yet you know my experience
on love is limited or none at all, you could just imagine
but dear Mich, love is could be a shadow behind
it’s there, you need to catch a glance quickly before its gone
so, what does it take to be a poet?
experience or creativity, take a bet
for even Hellen Keller; blind and deaf
wrote better than anyone who can see
anyone who can hear
NaPoWriMo Day 11 -https://www.napowrimo.net/day-eleven-9/
Today, write a two-part poem, in the form of an exchange of letters. The first stanza (or part) should be in the form of a letter that you write either to yourself or to a famous fictional or historical person. The second part should be the letter you receive in response. These can be as short or long as you like, in the form of prose poems, or with line breaks – and of course, the subject matter of the letters is totally up to you.
Emily Dickinson fascinated me a lot over the years. Her poetry is filled with so much love and life and she spoke of death and immortality as if she had experienced it herself. Yet we all know that she lived her life literally in isolation, and was never married. Her relationships with people and friends outside were limited to letters alone.
Her profound understanding of the subjects and theme of love, life, death, and immortality is beyond, way beyond the comforts of her home and the solitude of her own thoughts and imagination