So, I have a draft of a poetry collection. I had put it together to submit to a contest with an immovable deadline. [Outcome: I am not a Yale Younger Poet.] Even though the timing wasn’t right and I didn’t have enough good material, I worked hard on the shape of that potential book.
And now I realize I have to throw it out and start over.
Because the way I actually write does not match up to the way I wanted to write. The structure, which I put together like an elaborate puzzle? Was not organic to the things I actually write about. The book I had in my head is not the book I’m going to end up with.
New possible sections for a collection of poems:
Part I. Angry poems, with hints of social criticism.
Part II. Depressed poems, with overuse of winter tropes.
Part III. Poems in which I come to terms with anger and depression and reach something as close to zen enlightenment as I’m capable of. Overuse of fall and spring tropes.
Part IV. [END BOOK BEFORE SAPPINESS SETS IN.]
Yeah, I think I’ve got this nailed down. This time.