Poetic Blueprint

Blog by Dana Latisha Young

A.K.A Day Love

This blog is about all things poetry. I will post my own poetry and write articles about ways for people to write, edit and publish their own poetry. There will be interviews also with poets. There will be poetry tips and words of encouragement also.

  • Editing Your Poem

       In our minds we may have a clear vision of what we want to say but sometimes the thoughts don’t fully translate on paper. We may not be able to convey the verbal or written message in that perfect way.

       As Writers we are perfectionists. We want to put out our best work because we are also our worst critics. Something just doesn’t “feel right” or “sound the way it should”. So we agonize over the lines and try to figure out how to fix it.

       That is what we call editing. Going over our words to try to find the perfect meaning and the right way to say what we want others to hear.

       To edit, you must feel and see. It’s almost like a tangible feeling when you read your poem and try to get it to flow naturally.  And stop at each line trying to see how it flows into the next line.

       A good way to edit is to read your poem aloud after writing it. Read it slowly and with meaning and the authority of someone who has something to say. Take it line by line and pay careful attention to how the words sound. Is the line or sentence too lengthy? Do any of the words look, sound or feel wrong somehow? It’s okay to mess around with the structure of a sentence so that it flows better. After all, it is your work. You decide what is needed.

       After making any alterations, read your poem again. Does it sound better now? That’s good. Take as much time as needed to make the poem reflect your mood, tone, mindset or whatever influenced the poem.

       Does the poem speak to your creative mind and describe the mood or tone you wanted to show? If so and you are satisfied then the next step is to have another person read it. I would suggest at least 2 people. One person that you are close with and if you feel comfortable sharing your work then the other person can be someone you don’t know very well or a near stranger. Someone that can read it in an unbiased, objective way.

       If you are satisfied with the final poem then the last step is to do whatever makes you happy. Whether it’s to add it to your personal poetry collection or post and publish it. You decide.

    Editing can be a time consuming and oftentimes frustrating process. But it’s worth it.

  • False Hope

    Poem by Dana L. Young

    Giving false hope should be a crime.

    Jumping my heart rate with brief moments of joy.

    Thinking that I’m getting something because of the repeated phrase

    “One more thing needed then you’ll get it.”

    Only to have that hope and joy snatched away in a cruel twist of fate.

    False hope is unkind because it forces you to finally be able to exhale and inhale in relief 

    Just to have the wind knocked right back out of you. 

    With unnecessary strength.

    I hate false hope because it’s more fiction than a story, 

    More shaky then walking on a rickety bridge

    More uncertain then a sheet of ice covering a lake

    Daring someone to walk across it.

    False hope causes brief hikes of happiness

    That quickly turn to sorrow.

    And That quick change of emotions 

    Is bad for your heart and mind.

    So giving false hope should be a crime.

  • Hunger

    Poem by Dana L. Young

    I see hunger in your eyes…
    But don’t be surprised
    No I can’t read your mind
    But I read between lines.
    Every whisper, wink and smile
    And grin as your eyes bow
    Down as if thanking me
    for a gift of love so sweet
    So sweet…
    that we never had.
    Imagined and replayed in your mind
    Yes sir, I read between lines.

  • Lost and Found

    Poem by Dana L. Young

    I’ve been lost for a while, like a cherished

    but forgotten toy

    Sitting in a Lost and found box at school

    Not knowing when someone would find me

    Pick me up, dust me off and save me

    From being suffocated by other lost things.

    Feeling my hope slip away as the time ticks away.

    Each time a curious hand grabbed an adjacent lost item from the box.

    I’d feel it. This pain in my heart.

    The fear of never being found.

    Of being trapped in this box forever.

    One of the forgotten things,

    Destined to be transferred to wherever

    The next destination is for archived,

    Ancient lost items

    That are past their expiration date

    Like old food, discarded.

    I’ve been lost for a while.

    Not knowing how to survive.

    Until I realized that despite the

    Obstacles and chaos in the box

    Surrounding me

    I have the ability to try to save myself.

    So while I may still feel lost at times.

    I still work. I’m not broken.

    I am still capable of finding

    My way home.

  • Smiling Still

    Poem by Dana Young
    Written May 10, 2017 8:33 pm

    Smiling Still
    On my journey home from work
    In pain but still I find joy in the little things
    The brightness of the street lights,
    The uniformity of the cars moving in single file
    Like children exiting a classroom,
    The smell of the dark, still air as it teasingly caresses my smiling face.
    I’m smiling because there is pain in life but more reasons to smile even in the little things

  • Life or Death

    Poem by Dana Young

    In my two hands I carry two words:

    Life and Death

    Life in my right hand and Death in my left

    It seems for so long I’ve been holding onto

    death for dear life

    Giving up on my hopes and dreams

    And living as if I was already dead

    Not wanting to embrace any part of life

    For fear that I would enjoy it

    And then lose it

    In some way.

    Going through the motions but not truly feeling alive.

    A zombie, feeding off of my dreams

    and destroying my mindset.

    Life has been neglected, overlooked

    Hidden in my right fist,

    Begging for a chance to be noticed.

    For too long life has been my back up plan

    A sidekick in my life journey where

    Death was the hero, the main character

    In my fantasy.

    While life waited on the bench,

    hoping for a chance to play in the game.

    Wait-listed, archived, hidden away

    Today, I am revealing my right hand

    And giving myself a chance to experience

    What I buried away long ago.

    Life

    QUOTES

    You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.” – Wayne Gretzky

    “Life is very interesting…in the end, some of your greatest pains become your greatest strengths.” – Drew Barrymore

  • Poetry Challenge

    Challenges can be fun and a great way to interact with people. This challenge in particular I will call the “Poem Topic Challenge.” The rules of the challenge are for someone to write or say one word. Just one. That one word is what the poem will be about. The challenge is for the writer of the poem to write a poem based on that one word. And for the reader to think of a word to write or say.

    For example: Word: Love

    Love

    That feeling that overwhelms me whenever I think of you

    Warm, comforting, and everlasting

    You hold me in your strong arms

    as our hearts beat as one

    Poems can’t describe the serenity of your love

    The blush on my cheeks from your teasing

    The permanent smile that graces my face

    The oxygen that leaves my lungs, temporarily

    As I reciprocate your kiss, again

    For the thousandth time

    While silently hoping for thousands more.

    I’m drowning in your love

    Coming up for air just to deep dive once more.

    I’m an expert swimmer

    An Olympic Gold medalist in loving you.

    Freestyle poem by Dana Young, based on the word “Love”

    Ready to start this challenge?

  •  Thank You for The Bad News

    Poem by Dana Young

    I appreciate your honesty

    Even when it flows from reluctant lips.

    Lips that love to speak praises and encouragement.

    Never wanting to fracture my previously wounded heart with unwarranted 

    Constructive criticism.

    So you hide behind your smile.

    Unaware that the truth is in your eyes

    Eyes like shimmering pools of water,

    Reflecting my inner turmoil. 

    As my fear of failure and my doubts

    Are revealed in every part of my body. 

    Reflected in the way my hands make fists, and my bottom lip is tucked between my teeth

    Bitten like my nails the night before

    This conversation.

    The fear of the outcome weighing heavily on my mind. 

    My thoughts clashing, begging for a truce.

    An end to the madness.

    Begging for a moment of peace. 

    In this moment of silence, 

    A strange kind of solace appears

    Almost peaceful

    Briefly, until one sentence from you shatters the calm surrounding us

    Putting a halt to my runaway thoughts.

    “Sorry, I know how hard you worked on this but-”

    The sentence hangs in the air,

    Unfinished, but the ending is obvious 

    In the way the downward tilt of your mouth

    And the sadness in your eyes reflects pity.

    It’s hard to say the words that you know will crush me

    And fuel my doubts.

    After my artwork was rejected again.

    But I still appreciate your honesty 

    Especially when it comes from reluctant lips

    Lips that hesitate before speaking the truth

    In your attempt to protect me

    From bad news and from myself.

  • Spaghetti and Meatballs

    Daily writing prompt
    Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood?