This is an appreciation post for poetry on World Poetry Day.
Poetry is
an art form,
an outlet,
a vibe
of expression that should be celebrated!
It gets this day, March 21st,
every year
And I am here for it.
Poetry – my gateway into the seductive
world of writing.
Granted me a published title
at the age of 12.
I felt powerful
accomplished
in awe
that someone out there
could see
me.
Poetry flows
no rules, no expectations
just a beat
and an image – you collide them together
you weave in and out of details
to grow your story
your words have roots
and when you see it, feel it, hear it
in your own way, with every pulse
it’s a whole mood.
Poetry sings to my soul
it teases my creative spirit
awake
whispering the lyrics
to the next great
written symphony.
My paragraphs and pictures
strung together
to pluck at the string
of wisdom
on a track that needed
a final touch –
just a fingertip.
I read and re-read
until my gut tells me,
sister, it is done.
It is whole.
And I feel peace
radiating from the tendrils of my
electric mind
once again.
Now you try:
no rhyme
no word count
no pressure.
Look around, what do you see?
Tell me about the colors,
the atmosphere,
how it makes you feel.
Is it like anything else?
Maybe it looks like prose –
your never-ending stream
of flowing
consciousness.
Let it fill your cup.
You are alive
and living
and growing your creativity.
Let it tell you
where to go.
