I check the news to tell me
what I know the great minds easy
in their thrones
I rattle in my brain’s cage
roll my heavy hopes uphill
It takes all kinds
of muscle all the animal
I am to build this life and all day long
to live it
I check the news
but no one knows me
the great minds assign my worry
and elation I tend their thrones
it takes all kinds of toll on me
I shake apart my hope
unfolds my worry sediments
I built this throne for you and for myself
I built these wings
I’m ready I rise
like the dickens
describe one formal realization or change you made during the writing of this poem.
I wrote several versions of this poem before landing on its final form. As the poem began to take shape, it was at first in couplets. Ultimately, the form felt too tidy and easy for the work the poem meant to do and its effortful movements. I found I had to disrupt the orderly pairing of couplets and introduce more irregular space, pulling the poem apart into a more jagged shape so that as we read, we have to reach for the next word, the next line, the next idea.
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