The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places; Indeed, my heritage is beautiful to me. Psalm 16:6


Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Why Poetry Matters Today

Glynn over at Faith, Fiction, Friends is sponsoring a wee little contest. As a closet poet, I thought I'd take a crack at giving answer to "Why poetry matters today."


Rooted in our shared human experience

In this created space, articulated into being

By holy Words,

Are the empty arms of childless Mothers,

Falling buildings, rising suns,

Hummingbirds and hammered nails,

Corpses lying under rubble,

Dreams realized

and dashed,

Sunsets and mine fields and eyelashes,

Despair, elation , hope, cowardice.

And when human emotions stretch within these fleshy skins

And surge past the walls that we, in our fragility, cobbled together to enclose them,

The animal which escapes its cage is Poetry.

4 comments:

Heather said...

Oooh! Amazing - you win in my book!

"Please pick Nancy,
Her poetry is fancy!"

Nancy said...

With that kind of endorsement, how can I possibly lose :-)

Thanks, friend!

L.L. Barkat said...

I loved this. So glad you put your hat in the ring. :)

Lorrie said...

Very nice!! I'm glad you're out of the 'closet' :-) Love your word choices. More, more!