Wednesday, April 27, 2016
Writing my poetry. Then reading it. Repeat.
The beginning of a poem for me usually comes all at once- a line or phrase, maybe a bit more.
Then I freeze. I read what I have and sometimes the rest just flows. Other times I stop, thinking that it isn't quite done yet I am hard pressed to add more. More and more I am stopping at some point in my poem. I don't get frustrated. No. I get excited! I know something delicious is cooking, stewing, almost ready. I can't rush it- like I can't rush a roast or turkey or even a pie. So, the part where I step away and let myself relax into my poem is becoming a favorite part. An enjoyable part of my writing.
I do have a poem I wrote in one sitting. It came to me all at once like I was writing down something already written. I think this poem was already written - in my heart. It describes how I have felt in the past about certain books, certain authors. I get so much from books! Here is poem I hope you enjoy, going with this theme.
From Reader: To Writer
I am silent before your words; I am
undone. I am unraveling my hold
Recognition hums through me
when I speak your words to myself.
I am changed by a page
and this is no longer a mystery to me;
I see that you are a sage. Teacher.
I am a reader.
You are a prophet. Awakener.
Together we change the world.
Saturday, April 16, 2016
Hello! I have a poem today that exemplifies motivation, self-encouragement, confidence and dreams. I have been thinking a lot lately about what inspires, what propels us toward our dreams.
I hope you enjoy!!
You can do this
If you listen closely you will hear
the voice of possibility singing
within the chambers of your heart...
It sounds like love.
Love is the call to which all hope responds,
love is the whispering echo to reach for
Knowings are deeper than adopted beliefs - perhaps -
and they tell you
Tuesday, April 5, 2016
Hi! Today I just have a short poem about spring. I love many things about Spring. What's your favorite season?
Embracing the warmth of spring
sunshine floods the air, color
explodes into a riotous display
with the promise that new life brings
blowing on the wing of a butterfly.
Spring immerses the senses in delight