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I have been a poet

since I was a child,

but sometimes I forget;

sometimes, it feels like

the words are trapped

on the other side of a wall,

and I am not tall enough

to reach them.

I forget that poetry

is in the air I breathe.

It makes me sad to think

of all the poems I never got to meet

that were inside me all this time.

Now I can only greet each day

with eyes open wide

to the poetry that lives inside,

reminding myself to inhale deeply,

hold the truth briefly,

and release.

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I love your way with words and phrases. They make your writing "pop" into a life of their own.

Thank you for sharing

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That's so kind, Steven, thank you.

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Love this - I haven't been keeping up very well at all with the daily prompts and just need to remind myself they will be there later.

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This is so wonderful, A. I am glad you remembered the poet that is you.

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Poetic Hubris

Sometimes I realize

my poetry

is the alter ego

of a cat burglar.

I am forever slipping

into homes, lives,

and conversations,

pilfering the linguistic trinkets

that pluck my heart strings,

bagging them up,

sneaking them home with me,

lining my shelves with them,

and eventually combining them

in ways I’m absolutely convinced

they’ve never before been conjoined,

and then proudly carrying them

down to the neighborhood

open-air flea market

or the county fair,

where I expect

they’ll bring top dollar,

or at least

win honorable mention.  

This is the business card

I’m going to have printed:

Let me know

if you need

some punctuation donated.

That’s all I’m confessing

for today.

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So playful! I love this!

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oh man, this is great. Thanks for sharing!

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Pilfer on!!!!

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Hehe, great comparison 😁

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I love the imagery. Very fun.

Thank you for sharing

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one

word

after

another

a

line

of

my thoughts

see

where

it

leads

me

the paragraph

breaks

and

the words

sing

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That is a great thought of words singing.

Thank you for sharing

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Thank you!

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Oh just lovely!

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Thank you!

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This is beautiful, Lisa! Truly lyrical and truly a song!

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Where there is sunrise

Where there is sunset.

Where there is birth

Where there is death.

Where there is joy.

Where there is pain

Where there is ecstasy

Where there is despair.

Surrounded by loved ones

Or nobody there.

Always

There

Is

Poetry.

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Yes!

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Beautiful

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Love this!

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Wonderful 💜

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This is astounding, Karri! It flows so smoothly and lyrically, and is deep wisdom and truth!

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Poetry is soul-awakening song.

Rising mischievously over the repetitive, monotone chants of expectation and productivity that seek to ‘perfect’ away our humanity.

The resonating frequency of a tuning fork ringing out, calling me into alignment with

my own pitch,

my own tone,

supporting my voice to sound like my own.

Joining a chorus of voices singing ‘you are not alone.’

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Oh, the imagery here is lovely. Seeking to "perfect" away our humanity, a tuning fork...

I will be thinking about this all day.

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I love the energy of "rising mischievously". It sets a great tone for your piece.

Thank you for sharing

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This is sweet and soaring, Ange. Your beginning is superb: "Poetry is soul awakening song." Yes, indeed!

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My apologies in advance for the silliness of this poem, but it just poured out this morning! Oh well...

A Poem unleashed

^

A Poem a day in the month of May

never dreamed I had this much to say

wringing out poems in all kinds of way

trying to keep the goofiness at bay.

^

Words that jump and shout and sing

never quite sure what the poetry will bring

pondering and reflecting on every little thing

hard to know if I am both yang and ying.

^

I once thought my poetry could shine like the sun

or be sweet like mom’s famous cinnamon bun

but like my mind my poems can just run and run

or sometimes sink to the bottom like Eddy’s two ton.

^

Now it seems like this poem has come to an end

it feels so silly I’m afraid to share even friends

but suddenly my shyness and self-doubt begin to bend

and just like that, I smile and hit send!

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This made me smile. I am always glad for your sharing.

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Thank you A. You are the best!

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Silly is good! <3

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Thank you Karri! I believe so, too!

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Very sweet Larry 😁

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Thank you Sarah!

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"Poetry is my canoe" - Joy Harjo

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Whitman, Dickinson

You and Me

A longing for meaning

Thus, Poetry

You and Me

Shakespeare, Frost

Using words as Guideposts

So we don’t stay lost

Helping others, perhaps

Me and You

A timeless hope shared

With Plath and Angelou

Longfellow and Poe

Shared what they knew

The same is true here

With Me and You

They knew of Love

Emerson and Rumi

So they offered their words

As do We

Poetry; More than Words

From Keats and Wilde

Reminding us to Hold

Our own inner Child

Browning and Blake

Soothing what once hurt us

As we all gather here

Thanks to Miss Curtis

I Love You

I Love Me

And I Love that we share

Our Poetry

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Awesome. Thank you for sharing

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I love this tribute to all of us poets.

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To borrow a book title

from one of my seminary professors,

Dr. Walter Brueggemann,

“Finally Comes the Poet”

space-maker, mold-breaker, heart-shaker…

thought-drifter, shape-shifter, dream-sifter…

bell-ringer, tear-bringer, sweat-wringer…

trip-booker, fresh-looker, love-cooker…

beast-tamer, peace-framer, grace-namer…

risk-taker, earth-quaker, hope-baker…

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hope-baker 💜

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thought provoking with a great structure.

Thank you for sharing.

I have read (too? 🤷‍♂️😂) many of Dr. Brueggemann's books. I am jealous you got to study with him.

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He was both a bit intimidating, and a wonderful challenger. I was one of the quiet students who held down the periphery, and I never imagined he would remember me; but years after I graduated (10 or more) he saw me at a Continuing Education event and came over to ask me how I was doing.

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That is really cool. Thank you for sharing

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So effective!

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Very nice and creative, Todd!

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"A child shall lead them."

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poetry

it is my pleasure

to meet you

we met before

several times

as a boy

as a teen

as an adult undergrad

I wasn't a fan

I didn't understand you

you made no sense

that didn't help

like everything else

that frustrated me

I would

roll my eyes 🙄

at those that marveled

over your beauty

whiskey tango foxtrot (wtf)

I realize now

it wasn't you

it was me

that I didn't know

my emotions

I didn't understand

so I couldn't know

or understand you

but it has been

three years

of writing poems

and you have

changed me

helped me

heal

from trauma

grow

into myself

love

words and meaning

live a new life

it IS my pleasure

to meet you

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This is so great to hear. Poetry is balm, indeed.

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I never understood poetry

with my mind, but my heart

has always connected.

From Bukowski to Oliver,

my tastes diversified. Now

Gibran, Gorman, and Rumi

fill my heart with beautiful

words, ideas that I feel,

emotions that I taste.

I test their words on my tongue:

some sweet, some bitter, all full

of truth. Their poems reflect

life's flavors, expressing the pain,

developing a vision for a better future.

Uncorrupted by the status quo,

unmolested by censors, poetry

calls out the bullshit and strips us

bare. In an evolving world, where

programs and algorithms gain power,

the poets will keep us human.

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Ooh, those last two lines! Powerful.

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What a beautiful and powerful poem, Sarah. I love the way you weave a wonderful blend of words, and I, too, love the last line "the poets will keep us human."

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The poets will keep us human 🤍

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Poetry

All of life is a metaphor

if I have eyes to see it.

The sun rising

Moon cycling

Wildflowers standing

and trees waving.

Breath bringing

me back home.

With subtle reminders

and gentle lessons,

daily inspirations,

and surprising encounters,

my ears hear proclaimed

poetic language

without words.

All life is a metaphor

if I have eyes to see it.

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This is splendid, Trish. The imagery is beautiful, and I love the ending: "All life is a metaphor, if I have eyes to see it."

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I love this...may we all have "eyes to see it."

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Sound off

sound out

plasma pulsing

mystical shout

there is nothing here

there is everything here

I tune in to the child

in their concrete coffin -

the ultimate spaceholder -

their grief sounds

like the feeling I get

when I recall

bouts of dizzying anxiety -

a thin sound

As hopelessness grows

in strength and numbers, however,

the sound grows more robust -

something the child

can lean on

lean into

a presence

thank God

no longer alone

This child is a warrior

this child is greater

than any man

that ever lived and died

fighting for a sound

they could never understand

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This is very powerful Sarah. It catches you at the first line and winds through a wonderfully evocative story and poem. Thank you for sharing.

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Poetry

Where I live

they say you

are either

crazy

or a poet

'I'm not a poet'

I confessed

but awoke

the next morning

with a poem

in my head

the words

slipping stealthily

out of my mind

to make poetry

on the page

So perhaps I

am a poet,

but never fear,

there is for sure

a bit of crazy

in me too!

Leon, Nicaragua

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Very nice, Jane! Perhaps any true poet is a bit crazy!

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Poetry...Twice Arrived

Second voice arrived 26 years ago

Critically ill

Recovery long

Body forced quiet

Soul began to share

Some phrases repeated themselves

Heard but didn't listen

Listening came through a small

blank journal and beautiful pen

from a praying friend

Timing not of my making

Sudden flashback:

Painful memory

step-dad found my stack

of four journals

I am 13 years old

Terrified as he read them,

fearing physical retribution

for truth telling

He uttered two words: Up--Outside!

Passing through kitchen

Grabbed box of matches

marched me to the burning barrel

in the corner of the backyard

HUNKS of pages torn...LIT

I watched my voice go up in flames,

Physical punishment would have been easier

30 years later, reposed in sunchine, journal on lap

1999 and first 3-4 lines

Then phrases

Then themes

Fascinated a new creative voice opens

Creative me has not ceased....

It's my voice, you can't take it away.

Kay Klinkenborg May 20, 2024

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I'm so sorry he tried to steal your voice. How wonderful that you have reclaimed it

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Oh Kay, what a terrible painful memory. I too am glad you have your voice.

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This is so moving and powerful, Kay. Cheers to this new and re-emerging voice!

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