Mia

Do you remember the first time you read one those rare poems that caused the world to slip away unnoticed as you read? That is why I read poetry – for those moments when a poem captures me so completely that I’m stolen away from my everyday and can lose myself for a time. And that, dear readers, is what the following poet does to me frequently with her writing.

I’d like to introduce you to the poetry of the incredibly talented Mia from Copper Cranes. For me, Mia’s writing is a shining light in the Word Press universe. Profoundly deep, intuitive, imaginative and so beautifully constructed, Mia puts her heart and soul into every post and writes without fear or compromise. But it’s something more than that. Despite the complexity of Mia’s ideas, she conveys her thoughts with a grace and elegance that makes you feel as if the poem was written for you alone.

Copper Cranes is bursting with some of the greatest poetry you’ll find on the Internet and well worth a look. In the meantime, please enjoy:

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Playing with Fire – Photography by Eleanor

Ether

Lit my last cigarette
With a match
That could never be
Struck again.
I stood as black carbon
Final indifference —
Kerosene and gasoline;
Fanning the flames
Hiding high crimes
All the while
Whitewashing ugly pretty.

Now Mesmerized:
Once paralyzed
I had memorized
Sermons from the book,
“Unwritten Rules”.
Blank be the pages
From whence they came;
Ink knows no shade
Shame never names names
Silent, stands forever.

Hindsight realized:
Rulers lie.
Never wake
Holders of landmines;
Best they go off
In their sleep.
Lithium chloride
fueled the carmine fire;
Char licked misery
A scorched mystery;
North winds flared —
Caring innocence
Far away.

– Mia

Name: Mia
Location: Southern California, USA

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Bio: It was just a matter of time before I started to write, using poetry as another form of self-expression, an additional creative outlet. I write every day and firmly believe that not everything written is worthy of sharing. I’m very selective and only post a small percentage of my poems.

Influences: Sylvia Plath and Ernest Hemingway, their thoughts about writing seem to speak directly to me.

“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.”
― Ernest Hemingway

Inspiration: The following have provided me with a great deal of inspiration, T. S. Eliot, Robert Browning, Edgar Allan Poe and Allen Ginsberg. Here are some of their poems that are my favorites, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”, “Porphyria’s Lover”, “The Bells” and “Howl”.

Inspiration for this poem: I would rather have someone read my work and define it for themselves, rather than be influenced by my intentions.

My Writing Process/Techniques: I always think of the Plath and Hemingway quotes, assure myself to have no fear, and write without compromise. I grab an emotional memory or thought, and run with it. I start by writing something true, my truth, it doesn’t need to be a confessional, but a part of me has to be contained within the lines, otherwise it feels fake and coerced. From this point the thoughts become a series of words and phrases, some connected and some entirely disconnected, even jarring. The first draft is rough, it’s a mess, more like a puzzle waiting to be pieced together. This is the part of my process that takes the longest. Some of my poems can sit for weeks, even months before the editing and rewriting starts. I’m never in a hurry, I see no reason. If I hurry and rush, the work will truly read as hurried and rushed, so the emotional memory or thought that I was willing to share, now has been wasted on something of no value.

Website: coppercranes.wordpress.com

Copyright for the above poem and author photo remains the sole property of Mia.