Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Why, ... Poetry!


Why, ... Poetry!  Hello there…
I wasn’t expecting you.
You are so beautiful.
Let’s go sit for a while, and talk.
Take me again, the way you do, to places unknown.
Capture me with your words.
Wipe my tears
and hold my fear, undisturbed.
Like old friends with history
who pick up right where we left off.
We are different, you and I,
but we understand each other somehow.
I read you like a book,
and you see right through me
shining light into my darkness.
You know what I’m about to say
before I say it.
That  funny way you talk,
I’d recognize your voice anywhere.
Why, ... Poetry
you are a gift to me.

Patricia Spreng

Joining with:
T.S. Poetry Press who is prompting "Why Poetry?" and
High Calling Focus photography challenge for Contre-jour hosted by Kelly Sauer.
You can find my light photos here http://www.flickr.com/photos/patriciaspreng/
 d'Verse Poets Open Link Night. 
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21 comments:

  1. Maude LynnOctober 18, 2011 at 9:48 AM

    This is lovely!

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  2. Pat HattOctober 18, 2011 at 10:03 AM

    Tribute to poetry in poetry, can't get much better than that, great verse.

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  3. ayalaOctober 18, 2011 at 1:32 PM

    I love the way you did this, beautiful. Poetry such a gift to all of us!

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  4. UnknownOctober 18, 2011 at 4:30 PM

    that's how I feel about the wonderful gift of poetry... greatly said

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  5. JeffOctober 18, 2011 at 5:56 PM

    So it is as John Adams said, "You will never be alone with a poet in your pocket."

    It is comforting to have a poet as a friend, isn't it?

    Cheers to you . . . and your friend.

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  6. Brian MillerOctober 18, 2011 at 6:27 PM

    poetry is a wonderful gift...it does see write through us...into those places we sometimes would rather keep but in turning them over sets us free...

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  7. hedgewitchOctober 18, 2011 at 7:12 PM

    Nice personification of the muse.

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  8. ScarletOctober 18, 2011 at 7:26 PM

    I like to answer its call; it is truly a gift~

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  9. ClaudiaOctober 18, 2011 at 11:26 PM

    ah yes - poetry is indeed a gift to us...and always so good to recognize the voice in the noise of life around...hello there...best when we're not expecting the muse to visit...

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  10. SheilaOctober 19, 2011 at 12:22 AM

    I agree - a gift, a forever gift

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  11. Jennifer @ JenniferDukesLee.comOctober 19, 2011 at 11:57 AM

    Loved this line especially: "that funny way you talk."

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  12. Laurie KolpOctober 19, 2011 at 12:33 PM

    I love it... the relationship b/t poet and poetry as friends who pick up right where they left off.

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  13. Cindee Snider ReOctober 19, 2011 at 9:20 PM

    What a playful, fun poem, Pat, and an absolutely stunning photo!

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  14. michelle ortegaOctober 19, 2011 at 9:21 PM

    ...and an amazing photo! It looks as though that leaf is winged and ready to take flight!

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  15. Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson BarryOctober 20, 2011 at 10:06 AM

    love this,

    very beautiful thought on poetry itself, it is indeed a gift for all to have and share.

    keep inspiring.

    :)

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  16. waysidewordgardenOctober 20, 2011 at 11:00 AM

    "why Poetry hello there"... poetry is indeed what you describe! Enjoyed your words.

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  17. Ed PilollaOctober 20, 2011 at 4:12 PM

    how truly delightful.
    :)

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  18. S. EtoleOctober 21, 2011 at 3:52 AM

    Loving the "delight" in this.

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  19. GlynnOctober 21, 2011 at 6:51 AM

    It is indeed a gift, a gift to read and a gift to write. Good poem, Patricia.

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  20. LeRoy DeanOctober 21, 2011 at 11:01 AM

    Well versed.

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  21. Megan WillomeOctober 21, 2011 at 11:47 AM

    I love this! The poem is so inviting. People think poetry is hard. No, it isn't. It's like this.

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