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Friday, May 27, 2011
Poetry: Another Creative Outlet
I have loved to write for as long as I can remember. I had pen pals all over the world...and I mean back in the olden days of putting pen to paper and stamp to envelope and foot to pavement and hand to mailbox. I remember getting over ten pieces of mail some days. I also liked English class. Especially when I got to stretch my creative thought process and share something new and dynamic. I kept journals both at school and for personal use. I have written love letters to my parents, my friends, my siblings, my boyfriends, my husband, my children. I have written for pay and for free. I have written for education, for expression, for liberation.
I have written poetry since I was young but got especially into it in high school and write to this day. Literally. I wrote a poem about two hours ago. Sometimes it just makes more sense, it feels better, it seems easier to capture what is creeping up inside me in prose rather than in an essay or long commentary.
And so, I ask you today if you have ever tried it? Have you shared it or do you keep it to yourself? I am on both sides. Some I have widely shared and some only few have seen. Some only me. But I will move forward and occasionally share a piece with you. Sometimes, I will pull something from "the archives" and sometime I will share something I wrote yesterday or today. All mean something to me. What do they say to you?
This is a piece I wrote in high school during an English exam after being asked to write a short essay or a poem about an article about the Gulf war.
In God's Country
There's something soothing about this
yielding to ignorance.
My eyes blink in
harmonious succession -
while the Gulf crashes
mixing hues of sunny smiles
with an opaque
And I sit here waiting,
the sideways flicker
of an innocent warbler...
He's a lot like me.
We live parallel lives,
of nothing in particular...
As masters die,
and steel birds fly,
in God's Country.
By: Lora (Breakey) Rossi
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Posted by Lora Rossi at 16:27
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I have only one question - where do you find the time??? You are brilliant and obviously much more organized than me (unless you are writing at 3 a.m. when you are up anyway). Amazing!ReplyDelete
As if you should talk Sarah! Where do YOU find the time to do all that you do!?! I write when I can, when I am inspired...whenever! I do love it, so that makes it easier. Thanks for your comments!ReplyDelete