a writing of flowing thoughts down a river of release.


Poetry is Life Waiting to be Born

Poetry, ah yes, the word portrait
that hangs in our minds
waiting to be created on paper
thoughts and ideas expand into
pictures of far away places
with ideas used to color
and experiences like embroidery thread
move up and down through the brain
making tapestries of memories and more.

Poetry is the manipulation of the artist brush
twisting and flowing to create images that
appear without a sketch. It holds us and we
hold it, in our thoughts and feelings to be
washed upon the canvass of paper.
Any paper will do: a napkin, a receipt, a scrap
out of the recycle bin.

Poetry has to be. It cannot be contained
It is a song waiting to be sung
It is a sunrise waiting for dawn
and a sunset falling to sleep at dusk.
Poets are the artists of words. The molders
of images, and emotions, and crescendos
It is the orchestra with all the strings and brass and drums.

Poetry is life waiting to be born.





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2014-05-27 at 19:04

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M Heathcote
I miss your poetic voice here. Your insight and your worldly, love.
2014-07-15


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2014-05-31


Rob Graber
PS: Nice to see you resurface on the bay!
2014-05-28


Rob Graber
I like this definition--more than some of the famous ones! Who defined it as "emotion remembered"? The definition here is admirably future- rather than past-oriented.
2014-05-28


Ivan R
A poem full of heart, draped with great feeling and the tone just right.
Loved this. Love this.
2014-05-28


shells
I really enjoyed the opening three lines, I like the idea of a portrait hanging in my mind. I used to write ideas/words/phrases on scraps of paper, I must confess I now write stuff on my phone so I don't forget.
2014-05-28


France England
This is as beautiful as it is so very true. I was deeply touched in a way that I haven't felt in a long time via poetry. You sang a song that speaks for the brave at heart and the bold that dare to share the poetic inner being that really wants to be free; to express the modes of life that must be said and heard. This is a true treasure not only as a poetic gesture but wisdom with a spoon full of honey just to make things better. Thank you for this wonder song and dance...down the river I too flow.
2014-05-27