of poets and poetry
Finding a new poet
is like finding a new wildflower
out in the woods. You don’t see
its name in the flower books, and
nobody you tell believes
in its odd color or the way
its leaves grow in splayed rows
down the whole length of the page. In fact
the very page smells of spilled
red wine and the mustiness of the sea
on a foggy day – the odor of truth
and of lying.
And the words are so familiar,
so strangely new, words
you almost wrote yourself, if only
in your dreams there had been a pencil
or a pen or even a paintbrush,
if only there had been a flower.
🌹
A New Poet Linda Pastan
I read poetry
And it’s so familiar
I like this way of words.
I slip into the passion,
the broken hearts,
so like my own.
The depth of loving,
it is my own.
The beauty,
these words caught inside
someplace within myself,
suddenly breaking free from this other angle.
Broken love,
twisting in the wind of unequal relationships.
The parables,
the simple narrative,
the stark condensed truth,
the healing,
the beauty of nature, home, love, life, laughter…
Anything can become a poem.
Words strung,
so like my own way,
yet not,
new,
fresh,
sometimes not quite understandable, yet.
I am in love with poems.
I learn from their awareness
I may get tired of my own heart wringing words,
I may get bored with my own platitudes,
but, every day,
I find the words in poems of another
to inspire me,
to allow me to see,
to teach me,
to make me laugh,
to get me through my day.
Every day I realize how much poetry means to me
I am so blessed to be a small part of this magic.
I love poems.
I need poems.
I am a poet.
That settles in a good spot within me,
as I settle in to
read my morning verses.
❤
Amy Lloyd
The realization that every act, every word, every thought of ours not only influences our environment but for some mysterious reason forms an integral and important part of the Universe, fits into it as if by necessity so to say, in the very moment we do, or say, or think it – is an overwhelming and even shattering experience. The tremendous responsibility of it is terrifying. If all of us only knew that the smallest act of ours, or a tiny thought, has such far-reaching effects as to set in motion forces which perhaps could shatter a galaxy…If we know it deeply and absolutely, if this realization becomes engraved permanently on our hearts, on our minds, how careful we would act and speak and think. How precious life would become in its integral oneness.
— Irina Tweedie
I want my life to be a poem
I want to live extracting the poetry carried within the miracle of my days
Distilling the beauty
enhancing the Essence
Boiling it down to its finest worded Reduction
Like balsamic demi-glacé or raspberry coulis
all the most intense flavors enhanced by the right words drizzled on the plate
I will go around Dropping words like a flower girls petals
into waiting hearts ready to find reflections of love within
I want to live acknowledging this poetry
that lives everywhere I look in the oh so lovely world of ours
Home is one of our most important words
poetry takes us there
🖌
Amy Lloyd
life: acoustic & amplified 