I'm always trying to figure out why I go back time and again to writing poetry. It's such a strange phenomenon. Sometimes, like now, I'm allowed a glint.
Poetry Is My Means
Poetry is my means:
To thinking out a thought;
To finding more about myself;
To analyzing good and bad:
To making tail or head
Of circumstance.
Poetry helps me define,
Refine,
Become a finer person,
Binding my persona.
So many things I did not know
Of which I had not one iota
Of ability to see:
The **** silly, plus the willy-nilly
Miracle of mind,
Its mysteries revealing hints
And hinting at the revelations
Which belong to geniuses
And saints:
Everything I ain’t.
In learning and forgiving
Poetry is everything a giving gift
Can give.
Poetry Is My Means 4.15.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative III; Revelations Big & Small; Arlene Corwin
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 7:23 AM UTC
I'm always trying to figure out why I go back time and again to writing poetry. It's such a strange phenomenon. Sometimes, like now, I'm allowed a glint.
Poetry Is My Means
Poetry is my means:
To thinking out a thought;
To finding more about myself;
To analyzing good and bad:
To making tail or head
Of circumstance.
Poetry helps me define,
Refine,
Become a finer person,
Binding my persona.
So many things I did not know
Of which I had not one iota
Of ability to see:
The **** silly, plus the willy-nilly
Miracle of mind,
Its mysteries revealing hints
And hinting at the revelations
Which belong to geniuses
And saints:
Everything I ain’t.
In learning and forgiving
Poetry is everything a giving gift
Can give.
Poetry Is My Means 4.15.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative III; Revelations Big & Small; Arlene Corwin