The other day I noticed just how tall one of the horse chestnut trees was in the local park was.
the horse chestnut
All is energy once more,
a sap green canopy
ablaze with conker candles
and suddenly over brimming with life.
Taller than the houses
that cordon Carey Park.
I originally had:
I walk between the trees
words of praise on my lips.
at the end but thought the poem did not need my endorsement.
Here is another poem I've shortened.
the bathroom window
was a dark blue square
stained by the street light
he chanced to see
friction lines cut the sky
on waking he will question the memory
You can read the original here.
Essentially I have removed the first two lines which described waking in the night. Sometimes the poem needs a frame to contextualise the events but where ever possible I try to let the poem stand as it is. Once written and out in the world poems can be interpreted in many different ways. Who is to say the poet holds the definitive explanation?
I leave you with Jonah Moyo and Devera Ngwena.Until next time.