But, soft! What Raptor through yonder bushes breaks?
I will not bore you with the long and convoluted story that has led to this decision, but suffice it to say that I have lucid reasons for doing what I am about to do.
If you are not a fan of poetry, please, I beg you don't torture yourself by reading further. I realize that poetry in today's society is a bit like dinosaurs. Fascinating from a vast distance, but who wants to really meet a T Rex In person?
But due to the formerly mentioned convoluted story, I plan to post a poem every week until I run out of 'em. All are of my own making. I hope they are not too inscrutable. But you know how poems are, kinda shy. . . or at least they used to be.
A handful have already appeared in this diary, so if you see a repeat, sorry if that annoys.
Okay, no more apologies.
(Would somebody cue the Brontosaurus? I'm certainly not going to do it)
A Beam of Light
A beam of light, a shade of blue.
The shadows at dusk, the memory of a fragrance.
The stroke of a brush, the turn of a phrase.
The breath of a song, the line of the horizon.
Each of these can be our teacher.
A truth can be revealed by a discarded paper cup.
There are no limitations to moments of awe.
They are not confined to mountain heights
Where only the strong and idle may roam.
They live among the common things of life.
A crust of bread, a fallen leaf.
A breeze that touches our hair.
Water running over our hands.
A passing word from a stranger.
All things at hand, all things within reach.
Every moment of every day
Can become the gate to Wonder.
If you are not a fan of poetry, please, I beg you don't torture yourself by reading further. I realize that poetry in today's society is a bit like dinosaurs. Fascinating from a vast distance, but who wants to really meet a T Rex In person?
But due to the formerly mentioned convoluted story, I plan to post a poem every week until I run out of 'em. All are of my own making. I hope they are not too inscrutable. But you know how poems are, kinda shy. . . or at least they used to be.
A handful have already appeared in this diary, so if you see a repeat, sorry if that annoys.
Okay, no more apologies.
(Would somebody cue the Brontosaurus? I'm certainly not going to do it)
A Beam of Light
A beam of light, a shade of blue.
The shadows at dusk, the memory of a fragrance.
The stroke of a brush, the turn of a phrase.
The breath of a song, the line of the horizon.
Each of these can be our teacher.
A truth can be revealed by a discarded paper cup.
There are no limitations to moments of awe.
They are not confined to mountain heights
Where only the strong and idle may roam.
They live among the common things of life.
A crust of bread, a fallen leaf.
A breeze that touches our hair.
Water running over our hands.
A passing word from a stranger.
All things at hand, all things within reach.
Every moment of every day
Can become the gate to Wonder.
Comments (8)
Supertrooper (Legacy)
How exciting ..keep the poems coming ..that was very evocative and sad almost at the same time .
Lovely though
L x
Lovely though
L x
Pragmatist (Legacy)
I must be a brontosaurus, too, because that quite touched my mind and heart.
Bless
Bless
ajournal (Legacy)
love the poetry ... yes, write more ...
mamallama (Legacy)
Bravo! Bravo!
More! More!
*sigh*
More! More!
*sigh*
InStitches (Legacy)
Poetry that good may be posted any time you wish.
Lovely.
Hush () there are no dinosaurs here.
Lovely.
Hush () there are no dinosaurs here.
bookworm (Legacy)
Hey, not bad at all. ;-)
ichandra (Legacy)
beautiful beauty lies in the moment
the line of the horizon
I have written so many metaphorical thoughts on this in free verse form well the easy modern stuff
I dont think people reject verse that is easily accessible like yours has a lot of sophisticated beauty but it has a conversational tone of regular speech in spite of the heightened sensitivity of poetical expression
also I think rap can really go a long way if explored
although I am just looking at this from my own personal experience
in my city there has been a strong poetry movement
there is even a city festival for a week that is dedicated to poetry
beautiful yetzirah -like a prayer really
the line of the horizon
I have written so many metaphorical thoughts on this in free verse form well the easy modern stuff
I dont think people reject verse that is easily accessible like yours has a lot of sophisticated beauty but it has a conversational tone of regular speech in spite of the heightened sensitivity of poetical expression
also I think rap can really go a long way if explored
although I am just looking at this from my own personal experience
in my city there has been a strong poetry movement
there is even a city festival for a week that is dedicated to poetry
beautiful yetzirah -like a prayer really
ichandra (Legacy)
your journal has always made me think
maybe it is because we tend to diminish the everyday things of life but when you look at the events that we consider have so much importance ie. - a rocket to the moon -well that is insignificant in comparison to the large extent of the cosmos
so to inflate our egos that way is ludicrous
but to breath through the beauty of the moment then that exalts humanity to the highest planes because the moment is sovereign and this is where we live
well- just a thought
oh by the way happy hannukah - in case I am not on line
maybe it is because we tend to diminish the everyday things of life but when you look at the events that we consider have so much importance ie. - a rocket to the moon -well that is insignificant in comparison to the large extent of the cosmos
so to inflate our egos that way is ludicrous
but to breath through the beauty of the moment then that exalts humanity to the highest planes because the moment is sovereign and this is where we live
well- just a thought
oh by the way happy hannukah - in case I am not on line
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