“Love is the poetry of the senses.” ~ Honoré de Balzac
Welcome to poetry day on the blog. I’m still playing around with poetry. It’s not my “first language” in writing, but I find it interesting. I find it to be a worthwhile pursuit, and good use of my time and of my mindspace. Every Sunday, I suggest that you, my readers, write a little poem or two of your own. If you think that you “can’t” write a poem, look what a teacher on Twitter (shared by Joseph Fasano) got from one of her young students when given a poetry prompt (what a beautiful poem!):
And here is my own poem for today:
“A Moment in July”
I wanted the slow down.
I wanted the unending exhale.
And the Universe answered,
With a pressing heat,
that makes moving through air,
feel like moving through sludge.
“Learn to sit still,” she whispered,
As my skin felt like it was melting away,
And I had no choice but to become one,
with the steaming, still atmosphere around me.
Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.
