What a day made for poetry! An historic solar eclipse first of all--itself an amazing phenomenon. Though only a partial in our neck of the woods, we still felt its impact. But prior to that was a morning walk in which roadside flowers put on their own stylish display, albeit less dramatic. It's as if I'd been invited to one of Nature's poetry readings, filled with resonance, heart-lifts, smiles...
Although I have no personal snapshots of the eclipse, here are samples from my 'poetry' walk among the flowers (with quotes):
"The poet doesn't invent. He listens."
--Jean Cocteau, French writer (1889-1963)
"The poetry of earth is never dead."
--John Keats, English poet (1795-1821)
"Poetry is the language of surprises."
--Steven Taylor Goldsberry, The Writer's Book of Wisdom
"It is the job of poetry to clean up our world-clogged reality by creating silences around things."
--Steven Mallarme, French poet (1842-1898)
"Poetry is not always words."
"Poetry begins in delight and ends in wisdom."
--Robert Frost, American poet (1874-1963)
Poetry: a moment, a tug, an echo, an awakening. An experience, a discovery, a dance, a flight. A glimpse, a hint, a mystery, hope.
poetry speaks in
heartprints but like fingerprints
no two are alike
Have any poetic moments spoken to you lately?