I remember a time when I was a teenager going on holiday to one of the great Greek islands. The myths and legends embodied within the landscape,the plant life, the people, their language and letters. The infinite possibilities of the unknown. Before we landed we were required to fill in a green card,name,address, occupation. In the place of occupation ,of which I had none, I was compelled to write : Poet.
Poetry has always been my medium.
The Poem
Ferments and matures
Out it pops
Prosecco on a summer's eve
Or slower still
Ages over time
A dark aged malt
To warm the space
Where once was fire
There's a small space where poetry becomes a prayer.
Reaching out from inner cave towards the great mother god who lives "out there"
Poetry has been a companion throughout,
a comforter and catharsis. Fern Hill can always bring me tears in varying degrees. A poem found can bring a flight of joy to a broken heart.
There is a power in Poetry. Rythm,sound,words,all included in the picture which reveals a treasure of our souls.There is not much time left to hide your light under a bushel.These times call for immediate action . Humanity and the world needs the poets and the dreamers to rise and recite,share our dreams, don't be shy. Alot of my time has been spent hiding,hiding who I am,what I feel, feeling stupid for being out of step with the flow.
Poetry has been a part of me kept largely to my self ,for fifty two years,writing
Recently I have become enbraved to share my work with others and it has been scary but empowering . It's a part of me and it's not me,it pops up from the compost of my mind and surprises me with itself sometimes.
There are great poets around and I have been blessed to discover some of them, some put their words to music and we call them songs ! Poetry,Prayer, Song ; what wonderful words of discovery ,colour and light . If I lived for a thousand years the adventure would go on .
I will leave the last word to Rumi:
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened......Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.