I find I’ve been following poets a lot more lately.
Funny, for out of the many worlds of creative art available for our perusal, poetry is not really my first go-to. But I am finding I am being drawn to the poets’ words more and more these days.
Perhaps they give me hope. Perhaps they make me smile. Perhaps now and then they break my heart.
Perhaps I enjoy them because, for the most part, poems are quick reading. Not like a book. (Hey.. want to read my novel? It’s only 225 single spaced pages!)
Maybe reading poems is akin to art. I can spent one minute or five minutes really getting into what’s being offered. The intricacies of artists like Gordon Pembridge and his woodwork, the papercutting skills of Masayo Fukuda, the sky photography of Matt Molloy, or the horror scapes of Zdzisław Beksiński can keep my mind occupied for more than five seconds.
Poetry can do that too.
I just read a poem by The Ink Owl called Sinister Countdown- Damned Love that left me with a haunted tingle in my soul. I just reposted my friend Ivor’s poem Faerie Pantomime that gave me pause for more than a minute. My friend Dwight Roth inked a haunting poem about books called A Found Book. Catherine Arcolio and her blog Leaf and Twig share beautiful images and haikus every day. One bite at a time. Jonathan Caswell‘s busy blog By the Mighty Mumford is full of short delights, sure to make you smile. Boundless Blessings by Kamal and Walt’s Writings always stir my heart, too. And my newest addition, Lucy of Lucy’s Works, writes the most haunting and beautiful poetry.
That’s just some of the poets whose paths I cross. Hopefully you have your wandering paths, too.
In the Northern Hemisphere we are starting to buckle down, cocoon, and gather food, drink, and supplies to keep us busy through the winter months. We’ve had plenty of practice the past six months with Covid 19, so now it’s easier to stockpile projects for the future.
I can’t believe that I’m actually entertaining the idea of writing a second book on visiting Paris. It’s still a bubbling cup of water, but I’m starting to get excited.
I also am working on preparing one of my books for free download on this blog. I mean, you all need something to read during the cold days!
So don’t let the Covid and the change of seasons get you down. Write a poem like my friends above do. Can’t concentrate on a whole book? Do a short story, Or a journal.
You may be streaming oatmeal instead of coq au vin, but practice is practice.
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How wonderfully awesome. My parents didn’t read, barely made it through grade school. I don’t think my kids have inherited my love of writing, but they are readers. Probably not much poetry, but as long as they open a book to read, I’ve done my job.
Always had a soft spot for good poetry. My father read poems to me at an early age. I didn’t understand it at the time, but I remember him reading “the song of Hiawatha”. I will occasionally go back to it and remember my father.
Haha, I thought so.. 📖💭🌏
Jumbled is always music to my ears!
Thank you for the mention Claudia, I am humbled and honoured that you enjoy my jumbled words.. 😀