Poetry is music for the soul. I was inspired by Cate as she explores a new a creative expression through poetry in her blog. I look forward to reading your explorations Cate!
Am I embarrassing myself?
A reasonable question: I’d just posted a poem that invoked love, loss, Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman in Casablanca and included a joke about sex. I cannot count the ways that might be bad.
Poetry is new territory for me. It arose from a desire for something freer: language liberated from literality into forms that speak as much as content, creations that have the capacity to delight or move, sometimes mysteriously.
I’m nearing 60, an age by which cognitive erosions are palpable and mounting. The memory fades; the clarity; the sharpness. Distressing, and yet perhaps also an opportunity: Maybe the involuntarily loosening mind can more readily align with the non-linear nature of poetry, as the cohering mind of youth more readily acquires a foreign language. This is what I hope: that the wild discipline of poetry might teach me to speak loveliness in a new…
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