Wild poetry..

Pulitzer prize winner Stanley Kunitz once told,
“You must be careful not to deprive the poem of its wild origin.”

I agree that it is born wild and free, no matter how it is born, and by what means!

A poem forms in the sea of my heart
An ocean of colors for this sacred art
A brush of belief I dip in that old ink
To paint the painting I never did think
Poetry is but a feeling, my heart feels
That helps all its old wounds to heal
It is borne of a whim, to just be born
Wild and free, for my life to adorn

Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 28, Quotes & poetry).

(’12, Oct 28)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

14 thoughts on “Wild poetry..”

  1. Commenting on poetry is not difficult at all; it might be foolish, but not difficult. But this “post” got me. Perhaps it is because I started reading the poem from the very first line of the post, and then encountered the metered lines. I found it very conversational and clever (in a good way, even if it was unintentional) and enjoyed the way you have described the “journey” of a poem. Noticed the blog birthday coming up too. Couldn’t stop myself from being foolish. 🙂 Thank you for the joy you bring to our lives, Leo.

    • Well, this “post” of poem and quote came quite in flow, and the meter wasn’t intentional at all 😉 Glad you loved and enjoyed the journey of the poem, and that you commented too 🙂 Feel free to be foolish often, Subho ji 😀 And glad for the joy you bring with your comment too!

  2. Interesting spin on “poetry”. Some use poetry for communication, for rebellion, for protest. Some for pictures, painting. Some for darkness, some for beauty.
    Some, like you are hinting, for self-therapy of just writing from inside — a diary and personal exploration.
    Poetry is not “sacred” in my book. It is merely a form. Unless you mean that all writing and self-expression is sacred. But sacred means not to be doubted or questioned. What does sacred mean. I imagine nothing as sacred. Sure, something can be special to me, but to call it sacred is like saying “hands off!”.

    • Yeah. Poetry is quite vivid in a lot of ways, for each poet in a different way maybe 🙂 I find it freeing. Thank you, Sabio.

      Sacred to me, in the sense that it deserves respect. It is a personal opinion, of course. I don’t call it universal 🙂

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