for Sofia
Megan, it is too wild that you posted this today, while I posted about the difficulty of getting at a definition of poetry (and the joy of reading it): https://rebeccadmartin.substack.com/p/how-to-like-reading-poetry-101
. . . Great Poetry Minds thinking alike! Here's a little haiku about what a poem can do. Now I'm inspired to write a series!
Crack me wide open
little lens on the wide world
using only words
Here's my little poem about poetry, a play on words. And yes, po-e-try is a poem, in my poetic oppinion.
Poetree
Poetree is the root
Of the word exposed
For all to hear.
Poetree is the shade
Of the stanza
Sheltering the soul.
Poetree is the miniscule
Leaf of meaning
When seen together is right.
Poetree is the whole
Taken in bit by bit
Until the hearer becomes
One with the poem.
ooh, I love "Poetree is the shade / Of the stanza." Thank you for your poem, Sharmen!
Here's my offering:
“Poetry Is”
An exhale, a thought, a question,
a hinting at the resurrection.
A swallow dipping down in flight,
a weary soul singing in the night.
Morning light winging into the room,
words sprouting up to dispel the gloom.
Writing what you see through heavenly eyes,
sharing, waiting, hoping, for the surprise.
Forever life-fused, never torn asunder,
poetry is full of wonder.
So many good lines in here, Stephanie! I especially like "A swallow dipping down in flight," but then, I'm partial to birds.
My favorite line is "Morning light winging into the room". Rising before the sun is up, I experience that every morning. Now I have words for that. Thank you.
"each syllable a gem." I love that.
Megan, it is too wild that you posted this today, while I posted about the difficulty of getting at a definition of poetry (and the joy of reading it): https://rebeccadmartin.substack.com/p/how-to-like-reading-poetry-101
. . . Great Poetry Minds thinking alike! Here's a little haiku about what a poem can do. Now I'm inspired to write a series!
Crack me wide open
little lens on the wide world
using only words
Here's my little poem about poetry, a play on words. And yes, po-e-try is a poem, in my poetic oppinion.
Poetree
Poetree is the root
Of the word exposed
For all to hear.
Poetree is the shade
Of the stanza
Sheltering the soul.
Poetree is the miniscule
Leaf of meaning
When seen together is right.
Poetree is the whole
Taken in bit by bit
Until the hearer becomes
One with the poem.
ooh, I love "Poetree is the shade / Of the stanza." Thank you for your poem, Sharmen!
Here's my offering:
“Poetry Is”
An exhale, a thought, a question,
a hinting at the resurrection.
A swallow dipping down in flight,
a weary soul singing in the night.
Morning light winging into the room,
words sprouting up to dispel the gloom.
Writing what you see through heavenly eyes,
sharing, waiting, hoping, for the surprise.
Forever life-fused, never torn asunder,
poetry is full of wonder.
So many good lines in here, Stephanie! I especially like "A swallow dipping down in flight," but then, I'm partial to birds.
My favorite line is "Morning light winging into the room". Rising before the sun is up, I experience that every morning. Now I have words for that. Thank you.
"each syllable a gem." I love that.