Finding poetry in everything means that there is nothing
that is BEyond the Hope and Promise of poetry. And in this National Poetry
Month, I’m setting out to prove this, if only to myself.
There is even poetry in pain. In fact, I think it is
oftentimes the “negative” aspects of Life which we seem to make poetry out of
more than any other. Well, love, I suppose, and yet often it is Love’s pain most
often that inspires poetry.
Finding poetry in everything means that I
can DO what once I’d have imagined BEyond impossible. That I can leap and
sometimes even fly out BEyond that field of which Rumi wrote.
It means that each moment and experience
can BE gathered up into a generous bundle of words that, while all of them in a
piled high might make no sense whatsoever, they somehow sing in perfect pitch
whilst standing side-by-side in a poem.
It means that even pain has Hope inside of
it. Even the darkest things shed their light on something never seen quite that
way up until Now.
It means that words are a balm. They have
tamed my wildness. And in them I have found a peacefulness and understanding,
often of myself, perhaps ONLY of myself.
And that is enough.
To understand myself.
I love you, Currie
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