As we conclude our consideration of poetry this week, some questions loom large: Is life poetry? Is life poetic? How can we find the poetic in life – in love, in grief, in everyday things, in all kinds of health or illness, difficulty, stress, happiness, betrayal, joy . . . in all of the human experience?
Probably we’ve all written some kind of poetry – or at the very least, thought about it. Here’s a line from an unfinished poem which, I think, exemplifies a way to experience life as poetic:
I saw a double blue star once through a telescope on a cold Arizona night
And the desert provided the purity of darkness to allow only the star to show.
Hardly great poetry, but these two lines take me back to an extraordinarily happy evening which can be revisited using my attempt at poetry. I know the special circumstances that the double blue star represents in a delicious field of pure darkness. Each of us has these kinds of memories and experiences that can form a way of relating to life as poetic.
Who out there writes poetry – even if you never share it? Have you ever written to someone you love? Has anyone ever written poetry for you? How special is that to you? Do you read your poetry to your children, your significant other, your friends, your family? Would you like to confidentially send in some of your poetry and / or post it to the new beta site:
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Happy Friday and Happy Mother’s Day to Mothers Everywhere, Including Our Mother Earth !