Sundays, on the blog, are devoted to poetry. Writing in prose feels like communicating with others, whereas writing poetry feels like communicating with oneself. When I write in prose, I am trying to express myself in a way that I better understand myself and my feelings, and I hope that this expression, clearly communicates what I am thinking and knowing and feeling about anything or any circumstance. Prose desires validation and attention and clear articulation. On the other hand, poetry is really the most private form of writing. It is always open-ended, and deeply affected by individual interpretation. Prose is like a portrait painting, and poetry is more like abstract art. Write yourself a poem today. You deserve one. Here is my poem for today:
Sometimes, some days a poem just doesn’t happen
The riddle of where it is, is like a mermaid’s fin.
It prefers to stay a mystery below the surface,
An unhealed wound, without a kiss.
Bringing it to light feels too harsh and too soon.
So the sweet little poem, grows safely in its private cocoon.
So today, when you arrived here, you did not get a poem.
Instead, you got the poet.
She is here, not because of her words, but because of her love for you,
I hope that you deeply know it.
Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.