Writing a poem today was a struggle, which may be evident. Usually I just throw out whatever comes into my head, only feeling the need for slight changes. But this one came out awkward, the cadence and message lost. I’m blaming this on the dreariness and demands of the day. All the creatures were feeling it.
Java even told Shy to “Talk to the paw.”
A place of
Not a place
To the floor
What could be
It amazes me when I read “real” poetry. How someone can take a few words and so completely sum up what’s whispering and buzzing around my ears.
On Terry Windling’s blog post “Wild Daffodils”
she wrote, “Art pokes upward through the leaf mulch of our dreams, of our souls, reaching for the lights.”
I love that image “leaf mulch of our dreams” — how our dreams nourish our art — and nourish us.
I encourage you to read as many of Terry’s posts as you have time for. Her images of spring and growth and healing and acceptance express so well what I (and maybe you?) have been feeling in this season of life.
Another poem I read recently called “When Death Comes”
, by Mary Oliver made me smile. I know, it’s about death but it’s really about life. Toward the end of the poem Mary Oliver writes:
“When it’s over, I want to say; all my life
I was a bride married to amazement,
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.”
“A bride married to amazement”
— yes, I’d like to be able to say that too.
All the critters do look quite dreary today. What a great capture you made with the camera!
Great poem sweetie…you are a poet!
Have a great day!!! :o)
Everyone has a different “style,”
I like yours!
Like Sally said.
I wouldn’t be surprised if those other poets stopped by your blog and said, “I wish I wrote like Maery. She writes with such feeling and depth and creativity”
Because you do.
ps That first photo speaks volumes about being all tangled up and held back by confusion and darkness.
Lisa – Wow! Thanks. Compliments like that really grab me. Thanks again!