For my final entry in The Unofficial Jill Corcoran Original Poem Poetry Week I present IMMERSED.
IMMERSED
Last night I plunged
into the deep
rich white space
between what is written and
what I envision
between where ink stops and
imagination begins.
Last night I stayed
up into the
wee
wee
hours
reading
reading
reading
a book.
© Jill Corcoran 2009
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12 comments:
Love it, Jill! I love being so immersed in a book that you have no clue what is going on around you.
I enjoyed your week of original poetry!
between what is written and what I envision: how apt for readers and writers.
I stayed up late last night too!
that struck a chord!
Thanks Kelly, Yat-Yee and Douglas.
When I read those truly special books, I am so immersed I have a difficult time re-orienting myself back into reality.
This is one of the poems that didn't make it into Lee's I AM THE BOOK. The poem that did, PIRATES, has a similar idea but a completely different take on the subject. Now if 2011 would hurry up and arrive you can all read it in beautifully illustrated print:)
Isn't it fun to fall completely into a book that way? I love how the last stanza sinks down with you!
Great poem. I really love the lines "between where ink stops and imagination begins."
Thanks, Sara and Debbie.
And thank you for mentioning the parts that touched you:)
I love Immersed! I think writers/readers can all connect with it.
Thanks, Beverley.
Thank you for the week of poetry! Your words are wonderful!
I love your poetry, Jill. Thanks for sharing and inspiring!
Sharon (svz from the blueboards)
Thanks, Katterley and Sharon.
Wow, I'm so touched:)
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