Poetry dances through life with me as mesmerizing background music. It has always been an uplift during troubled times and contented times. My passion for poetry goes right along with a soaring love of mythology and fairy tales. It’s a fundamental need. One long ago year I rose at dawn every morning and wrote a poem a day. Most years it has been much more sporadic. My mother had copies of my hundreds of poems, as did one of my oldest childhood friends. Otherwise, I haven’t shared them much.
Poetry is really hard to share. Poetry is image condensed down into roux, and most people view it as scribblings from Neptune. Sharing your poetry is opening yourself up for close internal inspection. It’s like blood dripping, one red drop after another. Think of the tarot card The Fool, who stands with a foot trembling off the edge of the cliff.
Still, this is the autumn season, and energy zings this time of year. So, it’s a leap of faith, and the sharing is the thing.
This is one from over 40 years ago.
Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic
Flossie, I LOVED this!! So visual, so powerful.
I don’t read a lot of poetry but this one really resonated with me. I hope you’ll share more ahead.
I am so glad you like it, Mae!
Beautiful poem
Thanks, Cathy.
I saw this poem and fell in love with it! Thank you for sharing it. You may want to put your name on the actual poem in the orange leaf photo— when people search for an October poem yours is one of the first that comes up, but your name is not recorded with it. I thought it was anonymous until I followed the link back here.
Thanks so much for pointing out that I needed my name on the poem slide, Suzette! I don’t know what possessed me. Thank you for communicating your appreciation of my October poem.