I am reblogging this previous guest post in memory of my friend, Tom Spencer, who passed away June 30, 2015.
How does one create poetry? I have no idea. I’ve tried it a few times and have only read one in my “therapy” sessions (translation: writer critique group). But instead of subjecting you to my near non-existent process, I’ve asked an expert to do it. The following guest post is by the Immediate Past President of the Indiana Poetry Society, Tom Spencer.
I took the words down from the shelf
in polished rhymes of rhythmic times
let them wander through my mind
to fraternize, socialize
At first they cast a jumbled mass
noble prose of, –
Gathered then the vowels as kin
they thought to start a movement
the “i”s made social ties with “e”s
the “o”s and “u”s sang the blues
the “a”s true fate stood isolate
quite shy the “y”
tried to imitate an “i”
The consonants in wonderment
thought their lot to emulate
groups of cliques
fraternities of vowels
conquistadors of toreadors
gathered force in kind
to stimulate the mind
Amassing then their rhythms
in ethnic groups of sound rebound
the orchestras were formed
arias of assonance,
consonance as minuets
their rhythms made relations
the labor did begin
Tom Spencer, is a northwest Indiana native now living in Lowell Indiana. He is a 1961 graduate of East Gary Edison High School with a BS degree from Purdue in 1995. Tom has been writing poetry since his encounter with Alice Peterson, an eighth-grade English teacher in the East Gary School system. He was mostly a formalist poet during the blue period of his life where family demands required his attention more than poetry and writing.
Tom has amassed a wide variety of experience to draw on for his poetry: a stint in the US Army’s Combat Engineers, sewing machine sales and service, millwright at Union Tank, blue print machine repairs and independent business along with community involvement.
He has been, and still remains active in many community organizations which, to him, is a wellspring of poetic fodder. A member of The Indiana Writers Consortium, Write-On Hoosiers, Northwest Indiana Poetry Society, The Indiana Federation of Poetry Clubs and the National Federation of State Poetry Societies.
A widower since 2009 with one daughter, Lenore Spitznagel of St. Louis, Missouri, he has the required two “Brilliant Grandsons” now attending college in Missouri.
His mantra is “to be a writer of any genre you need to write every day”… and he does.