Discovery of Poetry
Of all the things I love to read, poetry has never really been on the list. But as I have been delving in to what writing is, how to improve it, add passion to it; I have realized that I can no longer ignore poetry. It is too valuable a tool in the art of writing to overlook.
Much to my surprise I enjoy it and am so amazed at the different styles and subjects written about by poets. I am discovering the major poets and their works, for the first time as it were. Looking through different eyes and for different reasons than when I was at school. I have discovered that there is some innovative contemporary work out there too, not just the classics.
I understand the intricacies, the patterns and the rhythms necessary to write poetry. Bringing the words together is like a dance of words. Practicing the steps over and over again until everything flows to the set rhythm. There is something about poetry that makes me think it is full of secrets, waiting to be uncovered and if I look carefully and use my senses as well as my intellect I will discover those secrets.
Poetry is like a treasure chest, full of amazing jewels, different ones for the taking at every reading. I had the thought as I was writing this, that it is like lots of twinkling stars dotted throughout the innumerable writings in the world. I know this is probably a very fanciful idea, but it suits my perception of poetry. I have added a couple of links to some contemporary poetry as well as those on this page.
That I did always love,
I bring thee proof:
That till I loved
I did not love enough.
That I shall love always,
That love is life,
And life hath immortality.
This, dost thou doubt, sweet?
Then have I
Nothing to show
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another’s being mingle–
Why not I with thine?
See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower could be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;–
What is all this sweet work worth,
If thou kiss not me?
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
1 Corinthians: 13
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels,
but have not love,
I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge,
and if I have a faith that can move mountains,
but have not love, I am nothing.
If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,
but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered;
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes;
Love never fails.
This is only a portion of the biblical text.
I added Eden’s poem because I like it.
This clever poem is by, Kathleen Oxley, it won her a place on the Erotic Woman Site. – erotica.
I hope you enjoy the poetry and see it with new eyes as I have. Enjoy!