I have decided
to speak
no more.
Not to the people
but to the birds,
flowers
&
snows.
Listen.
Not to the shadows
but to the rainbows
windows
&
glows.
Listen.
Not to the closed
but to the exposed
feathers
&
toes.
Listen.
Not to the ghost
but to the meadows
blossoming
&
raining
hallelujahs!
Listen.
And at last, I listen.
The act of listening requires an inner silence. It is in this silence that we find the beauty in all things and our vision becomes poetic. A poetic mind listens in such a way it becomes transparent, and in transparency it sees the wholeness that surrounds us. The delicate systems that in wholeness sustain us are, e.g., the rivers that reach oceans, the birds that migrate to warmth, the bees in search of nectar, the salmons that go upstream, but what about us? We need to remember how to listen before it is too late. Speak no more to listen!
Hi there,
Not much I can comment with, it was a pleasant read that reminded me of the simplistic beauty of poetry. I think people have very strange ideas about poetry, but it’s not all the same. Personally
though it’s always great to read stuff that is fairly accessible!
Do you have a book or are thinking about creating one?
Yes, people do have strange ideas about poetry. That is the reason I do have an book about poetry. It is in the process of publication. I present there a theory about Being Poetry: https://leanpub.com/beingpoetry/
I believe in accessible poetry because for me poetry is a form of being. Of course, complex poetic form has a purpose in mind but, like philosophy, there is a point where philosophy has to reach all of us, not just a few that are philosophically educated. Does this answer your question?
Like William Wordsworth the poet wants to speak with birds, flowers and snow. All are beau
Things of beauty and so it is a joy for ever as Keats said. Excellent.