When I was nine years old, I started studying the flute in orchestra after school. If memory serves me correctly, it was that following summer that I began to fuse my love of poetry and writing. Naturally, I became a lyrical poet.
So now here I am over thirty years later in college; reading and writing the Poetry I have always adored.
What is lyrical poetry?
Lyrical poetry is any poetry that has a musical sound when it is read aloud. Generally, this means that the poems themselves have some kind of timing you hear while it is read, but you can create this very easily for yourself in your own poems. All you have to do is create lines with about the same amount of syllables, and the use of rhyme can also help the listener hear the rhyme scheme embedded within the poem. (Sorry, Dr. Cox: I know you find rhyming an irritating device.)
According to Webster's Dictionary, the word lyrical means the author is expressing feelings or emotions in an imaginative and beautiful way.
Process: Part of the process of poetry borders on obsessive. You first create a poem, and then you are happy with yourself. However, the next day, the self loathing side of the author comes out, and you begin to meditate over your words as if it is your new mantra. You obsess.
Hours later, you may have very little difference in your actual poem itself. You've stared at it all day only to take out a comma. The next day, you stare at it, and put the comma back in. A poet's words are very concise and deliberate. The poet is refining the few lines to the finest detail. Often I have wondered if great poets like Edgar Allan Poe, Sylvia Plath, Robert Frost, or Lord Byron knew at the time how beautiful there words were to us. Did they know what a legacy they were leaving for us?
Eventually, you will have the final product, even if you don't know it at the time. There are many poets who spend the first half of their life writing a poem, and the second revising them. I know that not only can I be classified as a confessional poet, I can also be accused of being a lyrical poet.
That is just how it comes out, and resonates from me.
Enough chatter, time for my own work to be unleashed on the virtual world. The following poem I wrote in 1984. I was sixteen years old, and it resonates my inner self.
|Pictured with my mother in 1984|
I want to tell a story
Of a child deep in me
Although she’s very beautiful
She’s also unforeseen
An incurable romantic
Telling tales of old
Whose biggest dream of grandeur
Is someone there to hold
She’s insecure about her beauty
And everything it seems
When you least expect it
She’ll hide behind a tree
Her hands are always at her face
To hide the things she’s seen
Just to break the silence
You’ll hear her giggling
Because of the pain in the world
She wants to be comforted
And know the reasons why
So if you see her laughing
Or see her shed a tear
Put out your hand
And draw her in so near
Laurie Epps is a non-fiction author, essayist, editor, and poet living in Anderson, South Carolina. A seeker of beauty, her is dream is to travel the world one day and tell the many stories of those she meets. To read more of Laurie's stories visit her Tuesday column dedicated to writing at: