Poetry can contain spiritual wisdom. Wisdom can be poetic.
Poetry was introduced to me when I very small. My father read to me: Carroll, Ogden Nash, Robert Frost.
But as I got older, I found other writers, other voices. Some funny. Some profound.
The silly poetry of Dr. Seuss that taught kids to read.
The clever poetry of Shel Silverstein who kept those kids reading.
Nikki Giovanni and Maya Angelou who gave us a different view of a world we thought we knew.
These folks have talent and okay, they worked hard, too.
Probably practiced. Studied. Learned economy of words. The art of being concise. Me, not so much.
I don’t really know what to do with a poem. Especially short poetry. There isn’t much to work with. And every word has to be perfect. Ugh.
I am a dog person. Perfect is a bit fuzzy for me.
My house is clean-ish. I don’t believe happy dogs live in immaculate houses.
My exercise regime is, let’s say intermittent. Recovery time, you know.
Like Sandy, I figure more is better.
In her case, more toys.
In mine, more words.
But I'll share links to a few of my poems at the bottom of this page. Judge for yourself.
There is a voice inside of you
That whispers all day long,
“I feel that this is right for me.
I know that this is wrong.”
No teacher, no preacher, parent or friend
Or wise man can decide
What’s right for you – just listen to
The voice that speaks inside.
Preacher Don’t Send Me
I’d call a place
Where families are loyal
And strangers are nice,
where the music is jazz
And the season is fall.
Promise me that
Or nothing at all.
I may cry and I will die,
But my spirit is the soul of every spring,
Watch for me and you will see
That I’m present in the songs that children sing.
I never considered myself a poet, except sometimes. Like in fourth grade when this dog-inspired gem was published in the school newsletter.
But I will share some of my poems here and who knows, maybe I will be inspired to write more. You can check them out below.
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