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