Happy Holidays everyone! I hope you have all been enjoying the holiday season and its many celebrations. I have been blessed with health, warmth, meals, and friends, and yes – some truly wonderful gifts, including some new poetry books.
Earlier this week I had the opportunity to catch up with a friend from Washington. She and I are penpals, and she was asking me just when she was going to see some of my poetry again. Since the beginning of the year, my poetry to her has trickled down to nothing, and I’ve been substituting pictures in exchange for poems along with my letters.
As we talked, we shared our experiences with creative cycling, and I bemoaned my nearly 12-month poetic dryspell. I’ve written only a handful of poems this year with which I can feel any remote sense of satisfaction. Despite the absence of poetry, I’ve worked in a rainbow of creative media include photography, essaying, and of course—blogging. However, of all the many artistic media I enjoy, poetry is one of my first and truest loves.
This December concludes my first year in my new home in Pennsylvania. It’s been a very unique, challenging, and exciting year. Since October, I’ve been crafting my goals for 2007. While I’m not one for New Year’s Resolutions, I am dedicated to goal-setting, and it seemed appropriate this year to set some for the new year.
I’d like to put “poetry writing” at the top of my list – but I know better. My poetry doesn’t work like that. Some refer to it as organic writing, but for me it’s essentially my own personal relationship with poetry – she’s a fickle lover and I’ve learned to accept her philandering in exchange for the passionate times we share when she returns.
Instead, I’m setting my project goals on items I know I can act on: submit more work, experiment with new media, complete open projects, and stretch myself to embrace new ones. I have an essay from a few years back that I intend to resurrect, several poems written before my big move that I intend to polish and send out into the world, and a new camera to play with and hopefully improve my photographic craft. Perhaps if I get busy enough with other new and exciting work, my poetic muse will get jealous, and come back for another fling.
How about you? Are you setting goals for the new calendar year?