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Gazing out through the window made of magical reflection
Scenes play out vividly structured for the ego’s protection
We find we are exactly the picture of perfection and gravity
When our memory edits all stories to obstruct our incapacity
Our flawless composure, wisdom, grace, incomparable wit
Are features of our self image, where the hubris never quits
You may be the only one who knows the truth in the end
Courage sees behind the tales, between the lines, my friend
Every day in April poets are contributing verbal blessings here. Ride the poetry train for fun and creative stimulation. There is something for everyone in this group.
Water finds the way to flow around and over any obstacle encountered
Vertical drop, narrow banks of rocky cliffs send a river splashing downward
Like the River Rhone flows through the Lake of Geneva, energy remains
The signature of rushing liquid communicating exactly like the rains
Falling from the heavens, moving mountains, shaking boulders free
Direction has not been questioned because every drop is heading to the sea
Enjoy the creativity available all during the month of April here. Ride the poetry train to deepen your understanding and appreciation of art and life.
Compressed and coiled to rise with great jubilant recital
Those words never uttered, thoughts buried, smothered, smoldering
Cascades of songs and tributes to romance obscured in shadow
Leaving impressions too faint to be heard or interpreted by strangers
Wound around old wounds and spinning in familiar territory
Grace slowly unwinds the layers of crusades and causes
To reveal a universal storm of color, thunder and lightening
Enjoy the creative work of all kinds of poets during the month of April here. Find new creativity by writing one of your own. It is therapy for the inner you. Everyone has a poet within.
Makers of envy and avarice, green paper creatures
Faces of national heroes serve to guard their values
Internalized between agreements, overexposed features
Images of past betrayal written across the centuries
Imitation freedom, a state of restraint, a wicked teacher
Between imagined fantasy and all too vivid toxic misery
What kind of advantage is gained by digging deeper?
Is there an alternative to repeating the worst of history?
Check the daily poetic action here, or follow the hashtag #NaPoWriMo. Join the fun and ride the poetry train all month in April.
There are three separate kinds of truth in the world:
Empirical has backing of indisputable evidence, proven fact
Cultural is believed by everyone in our group without question
Rhetorical is instilled through language, debated into being
These tributaries of veracity flow from different mountains:
Facts fall vertically from the highest peaks of observed reality
Tribal beliefs are instilled from birth with social hill climbing
The waterfall of rhetoric is loud and impressively massive
Politicians are dealers in rhetoric designed to sway opinions
Cultures have blind spots that obscure parts of the total picture
Empirical truth is obvious, amplifying proof, ignoring prejudice
The well of pure truth will quench your thirst only if you draw from it
Ride the poetry train with some very creative and witty folk here during the month of April.
Bright stars illuminate passages between treachery and glory,
At dawn some of the possibilities scatter across the sky
Others stay hidden beneath the shade of an obvious story
Painted lights on party patios strung between truth and lie
There is danger passing through the desert without insight or guidance
Patrons of progress and development sow dusty seeds of convenience
Remnants of culture, scraps of common purpose shattered in the process
Dream state leading to broad daylight, lingering impressions
Trace history down long corridors of power, sorrows, laughter
Holding on to feelings while letting go of rigid definitions
Jumping into the stream of flowing light at the heart of the matter
Poetry is flowing profusely this month. Enjoy the creative thrills available at #NaPoWriMo during April. Ride the poetry train here.
Poppy pollen is a magnet for the bees
Outfitted with tiny sacks on their legs
To carry pollen back to the hive
They work the center of the blossom
Harvesting the precious particles
Loaded with heavy fragrant flower dust
The flight home is an odyssey for a hero
At the end of her brief and useful life
Wings flutter with all their might
Enjoy reading and writing poetry during the month of April here.
My dear gentle readers, it is with some trepidation that I embark on a voyage that will take this blog into new territory. During the month of April, National Poetry Writing Month, I will be publishing 30 poems in 30 days right here. It has been my desire to portray my persona in a writing. I like covering subjects like my family tree and current events because it gives me a fact based framework, like news reporting. I do enjoy that kind of research, so I will resume my prose posting when my 30 poems have been produced. Do not fear. I will not turn this into my own little garden of verses. I think it is fun to be a scribe, choosing subjects that I find intriguing. Your fact finding reporter will return in May.
One aspect of creativity and psychic phenomena I notice and follow is the way willingness to practice opens new frontiers. I believe we are all psychic, and all poets. These talents or gifts can’t develop unless they are used. Another belief that I hold strongly is that we create art that has a specific audience. The audience can only find us if we publish or otherwise give them a chance to read it. During April contests and events will be held to teach and share poetry writing. By following the hashtag #NaPoWriMo on social media you can tune into happenings in your area and share fun with folks from around the world. You may decide to participate in a group poem or attend a reading. Of course you do not need to publish 30 poems to enjoy reading them. I started on my path by tuning into this a couple of years ago and writing only a few of my own. I think it is contagious in a very good way.
I was a production potter for years, selling my pots to make a living. Some of the best and most interesting pottery I made was done when I was a beginner and had very little skill. Later I made technically better pieces, but I was always producing something to sell, so I was influenced by that thought. I hope that my poetry will follow that pattern. My April adventure is intended to break out some new area of my ability in order to stay truly creative. I count on beginner’s luck, but am working hard to find good subjects. Please stay tuned to find out where this leads. I appreciate any suggestions you may have.
On this last check in to #ROW80 I am taking stock of the bountiful benefits I harvested from this program. I tried it on a lark in order to revive my dead tumblr blog and work on poetry. Results have surpassed my wildest imagination even though I did not fully complete every goal I set at the start. There is the goal, and then there is the spirit of the goal. I am pleased to have established:
For me this means I am primed and ready for #NaPoWriMo in April. Taking the plunge into poetry during National Poetry Month is a pleasure. There are poems everywhere, tweeting across the universe at lightening speed, during the month of April. You don’t need to write them to enjoy reading the participants’ creations. If you follow the hashtag #NaPoWriMo you may be inspired to contribute. Last year PBS wrote a group poem on twitter which turned out to be very good. I can’t wait to see what creative events might be in store this year. I find the energy and the generosity of #ROW80 to be similar to the poetry month program. Maybe some of my colleagues from here will migrate, or just pop in to enjoy. It is a non judgmental, creative canvass with major potential for fun.
March happens to be National Nutrition Month, which has made me think about the metaphor of feeding the body and feeding the soul. We need to ingest calories to stay alive, but there are other qualities to nourishment. A home-grown lovingly prepared meal has extra positive energy and support that cannot be found at a drive through window. Joyful play and movement bring circulation to the blood as well as to the senses. We do not live by bread alone. The similarities I see between delicious healthy food and a carefully crafted poem may not be obvious. They are both nourishing to the spirit, and necessary to life. I plan to write some cooking and eating poems in April as I expand my repertoire. Thank you all very much for sharing these 80 days with me.
I will end with a nourishing metaphor by William Shakespeare in his Sonnet 75:
So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As ‘twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure;
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then bettered that the world may see my pleasure;
Sometimes all full with feasting on your sight,
And by and by clean starvèd for a look;
Possessing or pursuing no delight
Save what is had, or must from you be took.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or gluttoning on all, or all away.