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Sunday, July 18, 2010
Poetry...in Motion
Did you see that?
It was like poetry
in motion.
Poetry
is motion.
From heart and head
to pen and paper.
From lips to ears.
From wish to word to whisper.
The poet is moved.
The believer is moved.
And the poem
continues to wander.
For some reason, the phrase "poetry in motion" struck a nerve. It seemed to imply that poetry could be stagnant or exist in a vacuum. That just didn't feel right to me.
I don't claim to be a poet any more than I claim to be a writer. But I've said it before: You never know what I might write!
For some reason, the phrase "poetry in motion" struck a nerve. It seemed to imply that poetry could be stagnant or exist in a vacuum. That just didn't feel right to me.
ReplyDeleteI don't claim to be a poet any more than I claim to be a writer. But I've said it before: You never know what I might write!
A beautiful description of poetry; a beautiful poem. I'm a believer!
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