Zaro's Poetry & Fun Ways to Write Your Own



 I  like to read poetry.  And I like to write it.

One reason is because I think in pictures.  A lot of people do.  It's MAGICI!!!

 It's dreaming when you're awake.  But with poetry you can figure out how all these unrelated images can come together and become a brand new exciting concept that you express with words.

 Words that don't necessarily follow a normal logical order.  Something totally surprising and totally YOURS!! 

It's  electrifying!  It's like pulling a white rabbit out of  a hat.  Only the hat is your head and the white rabbit is this poem that's been waiting inside you anxious to jump out.

Another reason I like to write poetry is because sometimes when I see something, it makes such an impression on me - a WOW moment - that I want to remember it forever!  For example.  

One day I looked out of our kitchen window and saw the neighbour's cats playing outside in the snowy garden.  That night, I thought about those two cats over and over and how they made me smile to myself and the first few lines of the poem jumped into my head: 

Two pussycats


Pawed in my


(You can the read the rest of it below.)

People have many ways of creating poetry.

Here's how I do it. 


 FIRST I take all kinds of pictures from my mind that don't seem to go together. Sometimes I don't even think very hard because the pictures just pop, spin, fly, slide, bounce, and roll into my brain for some reason.

 Suddenly this strange group of images are somersaulting around in my head.  And nothing makes any logical sense.

SO I make comparisons - I find ways to link the images.  I compare a blue blue sky to a field of summer bluebells or to my friends' sparkly blue eyes.  In my mind they are all alike a little because they are all too blue to be true.   Or I compare the sun rising in the morning to a big orange beach ball bouncing in slow motion over the horizon.  Or I  compare the sunrise to a galloping horse anxious to start the day. 

And PRESTO it becomes totally another way of seeing things - my own private way.

There are a million and one images to compare and another million and one images to compare them to.  And more.  Much much more.  

But the truth is, creating poems is a puzzle, an imaginative word and idea puzzle, which is totally fun and intriquing to work out.  

THEN I keep saying the image words and phrases in my head over and over and re-arranging them, like furniture in the living room, until I like how they all work and sound together. 


It takes on its own rhythm.  

SOMETIMES the words can rhyme and that is fun.  Sometimes they don't.  It depends on what I feel like doing with the words and ideas that day.  Or rather what the words and ideas feel like doing with me that day.

 Poetry is funny like that.  You kind of have to be open to it.

AFTER combining the pictures, the words, and the sounds in an order that I choose, the poems turn out to have a particular meaning.  This meaning reflects how I am feeling at any one time.  

So my poems can be funny, or sad, or unsettling, or lovey, or worried, or silly, or frightened, or bittersweet, or happy.  Or a host of other things as well.  And sometimes really not even that obvious to me at first.

FINALLY here is the key thing in my magical Zaro poetry world.  

When I am writing, I know deep down I have something I really want to say.  But believe it or not, I don't always know what it is.  So I keep on writing and finally, if I am lucky and the stars are with me, I arrive at exactly what I mean to say.

 And there is kind of epiphany!  An AHA! moment.  The moment when the poem really flies across the plate like a home run and makes sense.  And that is the most exciting thing.  

To have figured out a little bit of what is going on inside me.  

To have created something new.  

And to have found a little bit of a personal link between me and the world out there.

And that is why I like poetry so much - because it is a wonderful puzzle to work out and the results are totally unexpected and totally strange and always and forever MAGICAL!!!!!!!!!!!!

I thought you might like to read three of the poems I have written.  They are some of my favourites and are from my book called Mud, Moon and Me, published in 1989 by Orchard Press (UK) and in 1992 by Houghton Mifflin (USA).

Wake up




All night to

Get here

Here's another:

Two pussycats


Pawed in my




Rolling like it was

Summer and

Goldenrod had

Flown in their noses

and another


Last evening you

Rolled so loud and silver

Past my window

That the shadows

Woke and wove their dark

Molasses stripes 

Over my bed


In the criss-cross of

That night-time

I knew what to do

Breathe soft

Breathe soft

And fold into a quiet silhouette

Until morning

I hope you like these.  I'll post some more soon.  I have lots.

And we could talk about these three poems some more if you want.  For instance, we could talk about alliteration, metaphors and similies and other interesting poetic devices.  

If you have any poems you have written that you would like me to read, that would be great and you could send them to me. 

AND when you read Journey Back to the Great Before you'll find tons of little poems which I have secretly tucked into the pages. 

Oh! Wait a minute! Karma just sent me something she wants to include on this page;