Poetry floats in the air surrounding me- or so it feels. It is an impulse I respond to willingly. This intangible urge to connect brings forth the words.
Words have always gained my attention quite effortlessly. To take possession of them and apply them with deliberate and considered purpose has filled me with excitement all my life.
All The Worlds I Live In
All the worlds I live in
All the worlds I see
Won’t fit into one mouthful
When words spill out of me
Sometimes they’re words of fire
That emerge with spark and flame
Sometimes they’re gentle whispers
My worlds are not the same.
©Alan j Wright
It's Poetry Friday!
This week our host is Michelle Kogan. Michelle's post focuses on 'birthdays' and she presents a number of poems and artistic works to highlight this special, once a year day we all get to celebrate.
Wow, what a perfect description of a life. We are all multi-faceted and don't want to be reduced to one type of poetry or one of anything. "My worlds are not the same" either. Such beautiful words and lines like:
ReplyDelete"Won’t fit into one mouthful" and both "words of fire" and "gentle whispers"
Thank you. I needed this poem today.
Thank you Denise for your keen observations. I am always pleased when someone feels a sense of connection to the words I share. Your generous response is warmly received.
DeleteThank you for sharing this poem about words. A "riot" of words? Your briefcase is awesome!
ReplyDeleteThanks Janice. The suitcase is my 'Poet's Suitcase.' I use it to house samples of my poetry collection when visiting schools. It originally belonged to my grandfather.
DeleteI really connect with your statement at the beginning, and what a noble endeavor to "I listen to my world and share what I have discovered." Thanks also for your powerful poem of words and worlds, so much said in so few words. And that fun suitcase!
ReplyDeleteIt pleases me to hear of your connection to my introductory words. Those beliefs have been honed across a lifetime, so they were well rehearsed prior to committing them to the page. Glad you liked the poem as well Michelle.
DeleteAlan, I love this poem! I simply must share it with my students...I want them to get caught up in words and poetry just like this.
ReplyDeleteThanks Linda. It pleases me that you wish to share my words with a wider audience. I hope the passion spreads.
DeleteYour word excitement is palpable ! Your briefcase is amazing! Thanks for sharing both.
ReplyDeleteThanks Molly. Glad it shone through. That'Poet's Suitcase' has become totemic to my identity as a poet. It is my suitcase of surprises when I visit classrooms with poetry treasures.
DeleteSo pleasing to hear.
ReplyDeleteAlan, I love that you compared poetry to a siren song. Your muse moved you to write a reflective poem. Alan J. Write speaks!
ReplyDeleteA siren song indeed Carol... The muse is powerful when allowed to whisper in your ear. When we allow ourselves to indulge in some considered reflection, we allow ourselves to be informed. We should be happy to go there. Thanks for your comments. They have prompted me to continue this important process.
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