Poetry Is My Means

I’m always trying to figure out why I go back time and again to writing poetry.  It’s such a strange phenomenon.  Sometimes, like now, I’m allowed a glint.

      Poetry Is My Means

Poetry is my means:

To thinking out a thought;

To finding more about myself;

To analyzing good and bad:

To making tail or head

Of circumstance.

 

Poetry helps me define,

Refine,

Become a finer person,                

Binding my persona.

 

So many things I did not know

Of which I had not one iota

Of ability to see:

The sexy, silly, plus the willy-nilly

Miracle of mind,

Its mysteries revealing hints

And hinting at the revelations

Which belong to geniuses

And saints:

Everything I ain’t.

In learning and forgiving             

Poetry is everything a giving gift

Can give.

Poetry Is My Means 4.15.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative III; Revelations Big & Small; Arlene Corwin

 

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