Leave it to a truly great poet, to describe it best. Sundays are devoted to poetry on the blog. Poetry is pure discovery. You start writing a prose piece, and you usually have an outline in mind. When you write prose, you are usually working hard at “making sense”, and being clear and wrapping everything up, in a neat little finish. However, you start writing a poem, and you end up surprising yourself. You discover a delicious, mysterious part of yourself that you didn’t notice before. Your feelings start showing up, in the form of word play. Discover a little piece of yourself today. Write a poem.
Here is my poem for today:
Why is it that I never think about my heart,
Until I pay too much attention to what is stored inside of it?
Everything that is precious to me,
lives boldly and passionately,
bulging with movement and rhythm,
Inside of my heart, creating the beat and the motion of my life.
And in good times, that beating is strong, and vital and fearless.
And in confusing times, that beating feels unguarded, uneven and exposed.
In those times, I remind myself
Of an extraordinary heart that knows how to beat itself,
One vital heartbeat at a time. And I let the drumsticks fall to the floor.
And I stop thinking about my heart.
I trust my heart to keep beating on towards better moments just around the bend.
Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.
