#poetry
IN THE WRITING
It’s easy when I write my poems to see which way my heart is leaning.
I tend to write about what gives my life its purpose and its meaning
Looking back over years of writing there is this tendency in me
to write about love, compassion, kindness, acceptance, my students,
my friends and my family.
To write about the beauty I find in nature…
her lakes, her rivers, her oceans and her seas…
her stars, her clouds, her mountains…
her animals, her butterflies, her bees.
From these I draw my inspiration…because
over the years my respect and admiration they have earned…
for all they’ve tried to teach me..and all that I have learned.
The the words of every poem I write is how I‘ve found a way
to thank them all for helping me be the person I become each day.
A person whose been blessed with a wonderful life
filled with its share of joy and laughter too…
and when I post my poems…I get to spread that joy to you.
I hope you find joy in the words of my poems
that every now and then you find them encouraging, inspiring and exciting…
but no worries if you don’t…
because
for me…
the joy is in the writing.
A POEM A DAY
People sometimes ask me how I do it…how do I find a way…
how is it even possible…to write a new poem every day?
There really is no one answer to my daily poetry.
There is a myriad of ways words find their way to me…
Sometimes words flow out like a river and on that particular day
I’m swimming as fast as I can to catch them…before they float away.
On other days words seem to be floating under the surface of a lake…
happily milling about…
and I’ve got time to relax, sit on the bank and patiently fish them out.
Still other times like a soft and misty rain, a butterfly or a leaf tumbling out of a tree….
the words of a poem, without much help, gently land on me.
That’s how I find the words…or how the words find me…
but that is only half the story of my daily poetry.
Every day I’m inspired by people…first and foremost…my friends and family
by all I see happening in the world and by nature’s beauty that surrounds me.
It seems everywhere I look…everywhere I roam…
everything I see or hear is waiting for it’s chance to be a poem.
So the next time someone asks me how I do it…how do I write a poem every day?
I think I’m ready to answer…I know exactly what I’m going to say:
With an endless amount of words to choose from…
with a world of inspiration around me…
I too wonder when the day is done
how is it possible…
I’ve only written one?