At play

Poets write on different things

After all,

Our hearts have many different strings

And that which plays them

Likes the different note that each one sings

*image courtesy Marlon Rayes Unsplash

I love reading different poets work. It used to be quite daunting and the inner critic would wonder loudly why I think I can write.

I think everyone has an inner poet, some give it a voice, some a tune, others like to paint or sculpt – poetry is more than words it is a feeling, a sensitivity.

Allowing yourself to dwell there for awhile everyday is a balm for the soul. Whether you share your thoughts or not (and I very often don’t) the home of poetry within is a special place which should be protected and nurtured.

Surely the world has enough memes and farce – let there be more authentic whispers from the soul released. Like flowers after rain and flocks of migrating birds, the words of the soul are wild, write yours down.

10 thoughts on “At play

  1. Absolutely – yes. It’s feeling and something ethereal, far deeper than the left-brained material that floods our consciousness at every turn nowadays.

    I think we’re also often intimidated because we consider poetry only in the context of the great poets and set structures we learnt in school…and it’s not at all limited to that.

  2. Beautiful and thoughtful post. I love your words and images.
    You so truly say:
    “ I think everyone has an inner poet, some give it a voice, some a tune, others like to paint or sculpt – poetry is more than words it is a feeling, a sensitivity.“

    I totally agree.

    Miriam

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