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Sometimes poetry is a very well hidden secret. In high school English Lit classes, poetry usually was only for erudite students who were concerned with rhyme and meter. William Shakespeare’s poems and sonnets were read and parsed. Now rap and hip-hop – how far have we come!
How far have I come! Most of my adult life as a teacher, I had to read for information. In retirement, reading for enjoyment has become a welcome passion.
I’m not a poet, but I admire those who are, particularly these two who are often considered mystics: Jalaluddin Rumi, 13th century Persian poet especially the poem “The Guest House”, and John O’Donohue, contemporary (1956–2008) Irish poet -- any poems in To Bless the Space Between Us: a Book of Blessings. These are poems about which I have journaled the most, because of a meeting of souls in each poem, the poet’s and mine. When I first read these poems, I experienced something touching a very special place, leaving an imprint on my soul that has never diminished.
I’m not a poet but I have written some poetry. In my retirement, as I sort through old files, I find poems that were 'given to me' and I wrote them down. I say 'given to me', because those words came from such a deep place, I could never recover them again. My favorite poem is about a long white feather that gently floated down from the tympanum overhead, as I was sitting on the central portal steps of the Basilica of Sainte Marie Madeleine in Vézelay, France.
There are some poets who have entered my acquaintance for only a brief time but have left lasting memories. I will name one, Amanda Gorman. Did you hear her recite her poem “The Hill We Climb" at the 2021 presidential inauguration of Joe Biden?
Can you think of names of poets whose work you admire or who inspired you? Is there a particular theme that appeals to you? What poetic styles draw you – narrative, free verse, lyric, ode, limerick, or maybe haiku?
Here’s a challenge. Allow the following poem to pique your interest.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Let it stoke some embers. Renew your interest in poetry. Call upon your muse. Recite – now write.
--Jan
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