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  Dec 2014 Alazella
curlygirl
Find a Poet Not a poser, not a "it's just a hobby" poet. Find one who mumbles lines as they scramble for a pen at breakfast; who shakes their head randomly when their thoughts aren't rhyming properly;  who has notebooks stashed around the house that you must never touch.
2. Listen Savor the spoken words, for those are harder to express. Keep in mind that they can't be edited and re-written, and be forgiving when a mistake is made.
3. Read The body speaks as loudly as words on a page do. When their eyes are closed or focused on the ceiling and the fingers are tapping out syllables, recognize the unique process. Respect the need for quiet, because if you look closely, you can read the poem on their face before they write it on the page.
4. Write Write your story together. Grab hold of the pen and hang on as you move across the page of life. Sometimes you will dance across, others you will be dragged. You may have to cross out a word, or a line, or a page, but don't give up. Discouragement is a poet's biggest enemy, inarticulateness their biggest fear. So end each day with a semi-colon, because the story will never end the way you think it will, and there must be room for more. There is always room for more, more words, more laughter, more tears, more love,
When you love a poet.
Alazella Nov 2014
Through the virtues I collect
By giving and other perfections
May I become a Buddha
For the benefit of all
A Buddhist prayer
Alazella Nov 2014
In the morning's chill,
The outside air is cold.
In the morning's hush,
the birds who sing are bold.
In the morning's light,
snow is all you see.
In the morning's beauty,
the world is so serene.
Alazella Nov 2014
I am afraid.
Afraid to break unbroken snow.
Afraid to shatter the cold beauty.
Alazella Nov 2014
So
it seems that we share half the genes,
So
maybe it's true that half of me,
might be like half of you.
So
I hope I get the good parts,
your drive, your determination,
not the bad parts,
like your hypocrisy,
and your self-admiration.
Alazella Nov 2014
I dance, because I have feet, and I plan to use them.
I dance, because my eyes see beauty and have to move.
I dance, so that I can feel the rhythm.
I dance, that I may make others smile.
I dance,
hoping that you will join me.

— The End —