Poetry

I really never ever have gotten into poetry, I always felt that it was indirect, flowery language that was just sort of distant from my own thoughts.

However, I have really found a richness in reading poetry lately. Hearing poetry (at least some poetry) kind of reminds me of seeing a beautiful picture with my ears...if that makes sense...all I'm saying is... I'm more fond of it these days.

I think this is new interest in poetry has started for a few reasons. I have to give some credit to this wonderful friend in my life. Her name is Colleen and she has many gifts, but one of them is her gift for writing, specifically, writing poetry. Check out her collection of poems. May I also mention that she is quite a beautiful soul, as you will see expressed in her poetry. If you ever get the chance to have a conversation with her, I can tell you it will be worth your time. May I also mention that she is going to change the world? ...because she is. With her incredible passion for enjoying life and her desire to feel alive and use her specific gifts, she will continue to change the world around her.

Another poet who has really captured my interest is Mary Oliver. She has some beautiful works that are all about living fully, loving intensely, and taking advantage of each moment in life. When I read her poetry, it makes me want to look at beautiful things, create, dream, and imagine. This kind of reading is what I like to consider, good for me reading, like eating a peace of chocolate, curled on my couch, while wearing sweatpants, and chatting with a good friend.

Maybe one of these beautiful poets will speak to your heart as well...or maybe you have a favorite poet to share...and maybe, just maybe, this new love of fanciful language will make me more open to your suggestions.

Wild Geese
By Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting—
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.