Poetry #2

I usually try to space out topics a bit - just to give a breath between them. But as it happens, this week I'm ignoring that practice.  This post will be my second in just a few days that has poetry in it. 

The first reported my experience at Floyd's Spoken Word Night.  By the way, if you're interested in a less personal accounting of the night - including pictures - click here. 

Now here, poetry appears again. This time, it's in response to the weekly challenge at Weekend Wordsmith  to write something about a given word.  As luck would have it, this week the word happened to be "poetry". 

So here's #2:

Some poetry is filled with so much imagery and word play that I can hardly comprehend its meaning.  Afterwards, I sit in silence, letting the space fill, and feel the heart of it.

By comparison...my poetry comes in spatters. Thoughts perk up from within to find voice and I put them down quickly before they get lost.  They're elusive, these butterflies.

Some of my poetry rhymes...some doesn't. But all reveal me. All have heart.
If you sit in the silence that comes almost as soon as my words begin, the space will fill...and the heart of it known.

Here are two:

CROSSING OVER

the time is gone
it isn't there anymore
the place it stays
different than before

DUALITY

oh the  joy, the joy
the inescapable pain
of being human

 

Comments

[Bonnie Jacobs]

Hi June, and welcome to Weekend Wordsmith. I have posted your link. I had already read Colleen's post this morning, so I'm also know your face from her photo ... great!

[paisley]

short but powerful... i have been dealing with the pain of being human lately so this really hit home for me...

[colleen]

You can never have too many posts about poetry as far as I'm concerned.

June, I tagged you for a writer's meme. Come on over and see if you want to try it. Meme: a sort of contagious game that spreads throughout the blogshpere. (Or you can google it and get the wikipedia's full accounting.)

[bluemountainmama]

simple, yet profound! very nice. reminds me of some native american poetry i've been reading. they didn't mince words....

[Beth]

Very nice poems...I especially like "Crossing Over." And as always, your introduction is a poem in itself. By the way, you write really wonderful comments! They are very often poetic. I loved the one today where you said, "When I was a kid (chronologically)" Ha, ha. That was great. Let's hope we always see the world with the awe, wonder, and playfulness of a child.