August 4th

Poetry

Anything is subject for a poem :
A catalog of boxing equipment, a collage of other poems,
Serpentine trail of incense, raised deer fur, old shoes pointed pigeon-toed,
Glass and steel cityscape, almond eyes of a saint, weeping tiny flowers,
Sunlight on whitewashed walls, blue shadows of stooped women,
A spring mousetrap, a trickle of blood in the gutter,
The homing swoop of a gull, chill whitecapped bay, scent of eucalyptus.
Green lawn of broken blades, clods of fat earth.
Anything is subject for a poem.Even in sleep, write a poem.
When waking, write a poem.
While loving, write a poem.
Even voting, write a poem.
When angry, write a poem.
While dreaming, write a poem.
The sages say quite seriously that those who wish to know better should cultivate the poet in themselves.

Personal Interpretation


There is poetry in all dimensions of the human experience. We must awaken the Poet within ourselves and strive to see the beauty in all of creation. A cityscape is as fitting a subject for a poem as is a bucolic vista. We craft poetry with the lives that we choose to live, the things that we choose to notice about our world, the perspective we choose to adopt. We have a tendency to want to create order in the chaos of our lives. And that is a beautiful thing indeed.