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Backstory of the Poem
“How Do You Know?”
by
Stephanie
.
Can you go through the step-by-step
process of writing this poem from the moment the idea was first conceived in
your brain until final form? I wrote for a church newsletter and the theme was “how do
you know God loves you?” Immediately, I was mentally transported to the first
time I was asked how do I know God loves me.”
I remembered the question hitting
me like a punch to the gut. I was nine-years-old. I didn’t want my friend to
know that my parents were getting divorced but I didn’t know how to explain
God’s love to her. I just remembered feeling the wind. The wind was like a
kiss. God’s love is like the wind for me.
When
I wrote this poem, (first time in 1999) the thought entered my mind like a
gentle breeze, and then like a storm I had to write it, the hurt, the anger,
the abandonment.
It was three years later (at age 11) before I saw my earthly father again. This poem is the first time I shared my story.
It was three years later (at age 11) before I saw my earthly father again. This poem is the first time I shared my story.
Where were you when you started to
actually write the poem? And please
describe the place in great detail. I usually write from my couch. The television is always on
at my house rather I’m watching it or not, mostly not. I enjoy reading and
writing. I received the email for the writing assignment which led to the birth
of this poem. Before starting the assignment, the first thing I did was open my
Bible and randomly turned pages and read. Whichever verse resonated me, I wrote
it and then I prayed on it.
There is a curio in the corner of the living room.
I can see my reflection from the couch but it is not what I focus on. I focus
on the imaginary thought bubble I see in my mind’s eye. My feelings appear as
words and then I write. Next to the curio is a window where I look through the
curtain at the neighbor’s willow tree. As strange as it sounds, this is where
my writing begins and ends. The mirrored curio and window are my external
inspirations.
What month and year did you start
writing this poem? This version of
the poem was written in March 2015.
How many drafts of this poem did you
write before going to the final? (And can you share a photograph of your rough
drafts with pen markings on it?) This poem was never meant to be shared. Each and every time
I wrote this poem, I kept it for only a few days. The only reason I still have
this poem is because I typed it directly into the computer and never deleted
it.
Were there any lines in any of your
rough drafts of this poem that were not in the final version? And can you share them with us? I’ve told this story only to myself.
If there is a different version, it lies deep within my mind.
What do you want readers of this poem
to take from this poem? This
poem is written from a nine-year-old perspective going through the separation
of parents. Divorce divides a person’s world from what was to how it could have
been. No matter what the new normal is, people of divorce always reflect to the
what if my parents had stayed together and we always painted it to be rosy and
better than what we have.
I want people to know that children need to have a faith-base.
They need to be able to believe in something. For me, I have God and his Son
Jesus. I was able to get through that terrible time without being destructive.
So many children and teens rebel in one way or another. Whoever reads my poem,
I hope they believe in something or see the strong nine-year-old who knew she
was loved even through the doubts of others.
Which part of the poem was the most
emotional of you to write and why? “I held onto the belief that God loved me so much, He sent
His Son Jesus to die for me. My father did not love me as much as God did. He
was not capable.” This was the first time I realized that there was no one on
earth who could love me as much as God. I cried then because I thought I would
have to die to feel loved. It took a while to accept that God’s love was all I
needed. It was later I learned the difference between God’s love and world
love.
published before? And if so where? It was published online and then deleted. It was never submitted to the newsletter
How Do You
Know?
The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear
its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it
is with everyone born of the Spirit John 3:8
“How do you
know God loves you?” I was asked this question when I was nine years old. “I
can feel Him like I can feel the wind.” I answered but my friend rolled her
eyes. I held onto my belief because my world had falling apart. My parents
divorced because of my father’s infidelity. When I caught my father cheating,
he lied and told me it was his first only time. When I caught him the second
time, I told my mother. My parents fought and a few weeks later, my father told
me he was moving out. He asked me if I wanted to live with him. I told my dad I
loved him but I did not believe he loved me because if he had, he would have
not done what he did. I ran outside to my swing set. I swung as high as I
could. The wind blew against my face and dried my tears as more continued to
fall. I held onto the belief that God loved me so much, He sent His Son Jesus
to die for me. My father did not love me as much as God did. He was not
capable. I forgave my father by the time I went inside. Days later, I watched
my father leave from the opened door. The wind blew and kiss my face. The kiss
came from God. I knew then as I do now. God loves me and He always will.
Stephanie
works as an occupational therapist by day and a writer at night, weekends and
whenever the bug strikes. Windows and everything in nature provides her with
inspiration.
BACKSTORY OF THE POEM
LINKS
001 December 29, 2017
Margo
Berdeshevksy’s “12-24”
002 January 08, 2018
Alexis
Rhone Fancher’s “82 Miles From the Beach, We Order The Lobster At Clear Lake
Café”
003 January 12, 2018
Barbara
Crooker’s “Orange”
004 January 22, 2018
Sonia
Saikaley’s “Modern Matsushima”
005 January 29, 2018
Ellen
Foos’s “Side Yard”
006 February 03, 2018
Susan
Sundwall’s “The Ringmaster”
007 February 09, 2018
Leslea
Newman’s “That Night”
008 February 17, 2018
Alexis
Rhone Fancher “June Fairchild Isn’t Dead”
009 February 24, 2018
Charles
Clifford Brooks III “The Gift of the Year With Granny”
010 March 03, 2018
Scott
Thomas Outlar’s “The Natural Reflection of Your Palms”
011 March 10, 2018
Anya
Francesca Jenkins’s “After Diane Beatty’s Photograph “History Abandoned”
012 March 17, 2018
Angela
Narciso Torres’s “What I Learned This Week”
013 March 24, 2018
Jan
Steckel’s “Holiday On ICE”
014 March 31, 2018
Ibrahim
Honjo’s “Colors”
015 April 14, 2018
Marilyn
Kallett’s “Ode to Disappointment”
016 April 27, 2018
Beth
Copeland’s “Reliquary”
017 May 12, 2018
Marlon
L Fick’s “The Swallows of Barcelona”
018 May 25, 2018
Juliet
Cook’s “ARTERIAL DISCOMBOBULATION”
019 June 09, 2018
Alexis
Rhone Fancher’s “Stiletto Killer. . . A Surmise”
020 June 16, 2018
Charles
Rammelkamp’s “At Last I Can Start Suffering”
021 July 05, 2018
Marla
Shaw O’Neill’s “Wind Chimes”
022 July 13, 2018
Julia Gordon-Bramer’s
“Studying Ariel”
023 July 20, 2018
Bill Yarrow’s “Jesus
Zombie”
024 July 27, 2018
Telaina Eriksen’s “Brag
2016”
025 August 01, 2018
Seth Berg’s “It is only
Yourself that Bends – so Wake up!”
026 August 07, 2018
David Herrle’s “Devil In
the Details”
027 August 13, 2018
Gloria Mindock’s “Carmen
Polo, Lady Necklaces, 2017”
028 August 21, 2018
Connie Post’s “Two
Deaths”
029 August 30, 2018
Mary Harwell Sayler’s
“Faces in a Crowd”
030 September 16, 2018
Larry Jaffe’s “The
Risking Point”
031 September 24,
2018
Mark Lee Webb’s “After
We Drove”
032 October 04, 2018
Melissa Studdard’s
“Astral”
033 October 13, 2018
Robert Craven’s “I Have
A Bass Guitar Called Vanessa”
034 October 17, 2018
David Sullivan’s “Paper Mache
Peaches of Heaven”
035 October 23, 2018
Timothy Gager’s
“Sobriety”
036 October 30, 2018
Gary Glauber’s “The
Second Breakfast”
037 November 04, 2018
Heather Forbes-McKeon’s
“Melania’s Deaf Tone Jacket”
038 November 11, 2018
Andrena Zawinski’s
“Women of the Fields”
039 November 00, 2018
Gordon Hilger’s “Poe”
040 November 16, 2018
Rita Quillen’s “My
Children Question Me About Poetry” and “Deathbed Dreams”
041 November 20, 2018
Jonathan Kevin Rice’s
“Dog Sitting”
042 November 22, 2018
Haroldo Barbosa Filho’s
“Mountain”
043 November 27, 2018
Megan Merchant’s “Grief Flowers”
044 November 30, 2018
Jonathan P Taylor’s
“This poem is too neat”
045 December 03, 2018
Ian Haight’s “Sungmyo
for our Dead Father-in-Law”
046 December 06, 2018
Nancy Dafoe’s “Poem in
the Throat”
047 December 11, 2018
Jeffrey Pearson’s “Memorial
Day”
048 December 14, 2018
Frank Paino’s “Laika”
049 December 15, 2018
Jennifer Martelli’s
“Anniversary”
O50 December 19, 2018
Joseph Ross’s “For Gilberto Ramos, 15, Who Died in
the Texas Desert, June 2014”
051 December 23, 2018
“The Persistence of
Music”
by Anatoly Molotkov
052 December 27, 2018
“Under Surveillance”
by Michael Farry
053 December 28, 2018
“Grand Finale”
by Renuka Raghavan
054 December 29, 2018
“Aftermath”
by Gene Barry
055 January 2, 2019
“&”
by Larissa Shmailo
056 January 7, 2019
“The Seamstress:
by Len Kuntz
057 January 10, 2019
"Natural History"
by Camille T Dungy
058 January 11, 2019
“BLOCKADE”
by Brian Burmeister
059 January 12, 2019
“Lost”
by Clint Margrave
060 January 14, 2019
“Menopause”
by Pat Durmon
061 January 19, 2019
“Neptune’s Choir”
by Linda Imbler
062 January 22, 2019
“Views From the
Driveway”
by Amy Barone
063 January 25, 2019
“The heron leaves her
haunts in the marsh”
by Gail Wronsky
064 January 30, 2019
“Shiprock”
by Terry Lucas
065 February 02, 2019
“Summer 1970, The
University of Virginia Opens to Women in the Fall”
by Alarie Tennille
066 February 05, 2019
“At School They Learn
Nouns”
by Patrick Bizzaro
067 February 06, 2019
“I Must Not Breathe”
by Angela Jackson-Brown
068 February 11, 2019
“Lunch on City Island,
Early June”
by Christine Potter
069 February 12, 2019
“Singing”
by Andrew McFadyen-Ketchum
070 February 14, 2019
“Daily Commute”
by Christopher P. Locke
071 February 18, 2019
“How Silent The Trees”
by Wyn Cooper
072 February 20, 2019
“A New Psalm
of Montreal”
by Sheenagh Pugh
073 February 23, 2019
“Make Me A
Butterfly”
by Amy Barbera
074 February 26, 2019
“Anthem”
by Sandy Coomer
075 March 4, 2019
“Shape of a Violin”
by Kelly Powell
076 March 5, 2019
“Inward Oracle”
by J.P. Dancing Bear
077 March 7, 2019
“I Broke
My Bust Of Jesus”
by Susan Sundwall
078 March 9, 2019
“My Mother
at 19”
by John Guzlowski
079 March 10, 2019
“Paddling”
by Chera Hammons Miller
080 March 12, 2019
“Of Water
and Echo”
by Gillian Cummings
081 082
083 March 14, 2019
“Little
Political Sense” “Crossing Kansas with
Jim
Morrison” “The Land of Sky and Blue Waters”
by Dr. Lindsey
Martin-Bowen
084 March 15, 2019
“A Tune To
Remember”
by Anna Evans
085 March 19, 2019
“At the
End of Time (Wish You Were Here)
by Jeannine Hall Gailey
086 March 20, 2019
“Garden of
Gethsemane”
by Marletta Hemphill
087 March 21, 2019
“Letters
From a War”
by Chelsea Dingman
088 March 26, 2019
“HAT”
by Bob Heman
089 March 27, 2019
“Clay for
the Potter”
by Belinda Bourgeois
#090 March 30, 2019
“The Pose”
by John Hicks
#091 April 2, 2019
“Last
Night at the Wursthaus”
by Doug Holder
#092 April 4, 2019
“Original
Sin”
by Diane Lockward
#093 April 5, 2019
“A Father
Calls to his child on liveleak”
by Stephen Byrne
#094 April 8, 2019
“XX”
by Marc Zegans
#095 April 12, 2019
“Landscape
and Still Life”
by Marjorie Maddox
#096 April 16, 2019
“Strawberries
Have Been Growing Here for Hundreds of
Years”
by Mary Ellen Lough
#097 April 17, 2019
“The New
Science of Slippery Surfaces”
by Donna Spruijt-Metz
#098 April 19, 2019
“Tennessee
Epithalamium”
by Alyse Knorr
#099 April 20, 2019
“Mermaid,
1969”
by Tameca L. Coleman
#100 April 21, 2019
“How Do You Know?”
by Stephanie
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