The Poetry of Life

Every day I go for a walk right around sunrise, and as I am walking, I get inspired to write poetry.   

A long time ago in a far distant galaxy I started writing poetry (in 8th grade). I went on to specialize in poetry writing as a part of my Creative Writing college major.  But then I had a professor who discouraged my writing process, and I switched to fiction writing with a great professor.  Although I learned to write dialogue for stories, among other things, I didn’t write poetry again for a long time.

But I have taken it up again and thought I’d share some of my poetry in this blog post.

Reflection on Illusion

Peering into the green still water, I see

no rainbows or stars beneath the barrier,

only a searching reflection of myself.  I touch

the cool mirror – the image wavers and scatters

each piece of me in a perfect circle.  Around

the earth enclosed by water, I create ripples

small body waves large enough to distort the clearness –

long enough to adjust myself

to my true likeness before I

become clear again.

Then you throw a pebble plop into my illusion.

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I AM

one drop seemingly separate

from stream, river, or ocean—

the larger whole wherein individuals

join together, indistinguishable…

Forgotten this unity,

replaced by a belief

that our differences

are greater than

ONENESS

When, in truth, we are the same

H2O.  Our universal composition

connects together

ALL

Remember the flow moving

us each to our final destination

IS

a unified fate.                                                                                                                                                                   ______________________________________________________________

 Quiet Reflections

 In the quiet, what can be heard?

The sweet song of a solitary bird.

Going within, what can be seen?

The possibilities of what life can mean.

In the stillness, what can be felt?

The oneness of all into which you melt.

Inhaling and exhaling, the breath of life

Allows you to let go of all of your strife.

In this moment now, all thoughts fade

Into the light from which we are made.

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Joke:  My plants aren’t doing well.  I think they have some deep-rooted problems.

Quote:  “Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”    – Robert Frost

Advice:  If you stop a minute, you just might hear the poetry of life whispering in your life.