The World Waiting to Be: Poems About the Creative Process

by Louis Daniel Brodsky

Keeper of the Word-Hoard

I am the words I say.
They define my ascending declensions,
Identify my person and case.
Datives and ablatives place me
In accusative apposition
To nominative and genitive faces resembling my own —
Hearing's multiple mirrors,
Reflecting an incestuous relationship
In which mating synonyms and antonyms
Escape my agile tongue,
Creating new confusions born of accident,
Which I label "poetry."

Words I say out
Are the only known link with my thinking.
They alone connect my breathing
To that essential passion
Without which life itself would be a fatuous gesture...
Passion and the desire to define eternity
One metaphor at a time, forevermore.
Wary of man-made fiats and decrees,
I am ever seeking celestial firmaments
To arrest from verbal ethers,
Worlds waiting to be —
A god in search of godly purpose on earth. 


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In this fifty-eight-poem collection, Brodsky examines the highs and lows authors experience as they practice their craft. Portraying everything from writer's block and the terror of the blank page to the overwhelming joy of finishing a work, The World Waiting To Be is both lamentation and love song to creative inspiration and the intersection of time and eternity, in the act of writing.


Brainstorming is a long and complicated process where many ideas go in and out of one's head. The World Waiting to Be: Poems About the Creative Process is a collection of poetry from award winning and widely published poet Louis Daniel Brodsky speaking on something he must deal with daily, along with many other writers — the creative process. The World Waiting to Be is sure to please and inspire writers as they stew about what to write next. "The Light of the World": The pen sputters like a wet match,/As I draw it across imagination's strip./Reluctantly, it throws off ineffectual sparks, While I start over repeatedly./Finally, the ineffable flame explodes at its tip, Illuminating all that my eyes hold focused/Before my trembling mind-/ the metaphor ignited.
Midwest Book Review

Whitman says that "a great poem is no finish . . . but rather a beginning," and Brodsky sings this electrically in his latest book. Words are fertilization and birth; they speak being and become flesh. Creativity springs from the abyss to forever avoid the void. Blues hum and euphoria booms in the mini-creator poet who agonizes or wonders in "that evanescent just before" and finally writes life into the "grave" of the empty page, shouts into its "white silence." Through words about words and metaphorized metaphors, The World Waiting to Be is both lamentation and love song to creative inspiration and the intersection of time and eternity in the scribbling act. Brodsky pep-talks his pen into tumescent potency "Until all empty space/Is finally filled with its sprawling existence."
— David Herrle, editor of

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