Tag Archives: poetry

as poetry.

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“some of us don’t want to be tough alpha leaders.
some of us just want to write
and wander
the garden
and breathe in the sky
and nourish and nurture
and quietly create
new pathways
and live our
lives as art.
to know the earth
as poetry.”
-victoria erickson, rhythms and rhymes
in honor of national poetry month
art credit: Edgar Degas | Landscape | The Metropolitan Museum of Art

 

an answer.

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THE NIGHT TRAVELER

Passing by, he could be anybody:

A thief, a tradesman, a doctor

On his way to a worried house.

But when he stops at your gate,

Under the room where you lie half-asleep,

You know it is not just anyone—

It is the Night Traveler.

You lean your arms on the sill

And stare down. But all you can see

Are bits of wilderness attached to him—

Twigs, loam and leaves,

Vines and blossoms. Among these

You feel his eyes, and his hands

Lifting something in the air.

He has a gift for you, but it has no name.

It is windy and woolly.

He holds it in the moonlight, and it sings

Like a newborn beast,

Like a child at Christmas,

Like your own heart as it tumbles

In love’s green bed.

You take it, and he is gone.

All night—and all your life, if you are willing—

It will nuzzle your face, cold-nosed,

Like a small white wolf;

It will curl in your palm

Like a hard blue stone;

It will liquefy into a cold pool

Which, when you dive into it,

Will hold you like a mossy jaw.

A bath of light. An answer.

 

 

credits: poem from Twelve Moons, 1979 by Mary Oliver, painting – google images

all the loveliness.

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queen anne’s lace in august
Passing The Unworked Field
Queen Anne’s lace
is hardly prized but
neither is it idle,
look how it
stands fiercely
on its thin stem,
how it
nurtures its white budlets
with the
gift of the sun,
how it
makes for this world
all the
loveliness it can.
-Mary Oliver

public.

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alley filled with public creative expression 

ever-evolving

ever-powerful

 

“i’m a great believer in poetry out of the classroom, in public places,

on subways, trains, on cocktail napkins.

i’d rather have my poems on the subway than around the seminar table at an mfa program.”

-billy collins

 

 

ann arbor, michigan, usa

summer 2021

 

3am.

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3 am is the hour of writers,

painters, poets, musicians, silence seekers,

over-thinkers, and creative people.

We know who you are,

We can see your light on.

Keep on keeping on.

-author unknown

 

 

 

 

 

image credit: pinterest – vintage

 

 

 

the timeless power of poetry and love.

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take a moment out of your day to be moved by this very short film

https://aleteia.org/2020/01/02/20-year-old-filmmaker-wins-award-for-powerful-1-minute-film-about-marriage/?fbclid=IwAR06z2gScNTfefFoJfMAM3nfi9hzMFKimadkIUHIgKB3IO1LRJs7AETJD8Y

 

 

credits: aleteia, barr pictures, open hands open hearts