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when a wise man, big cheese, shaman,
seer, spake;
‘Before we’re born, we choose our fate
and then we’re born into our fate. To live fate!
Andrew, before his birth,
chose to be a teacher.
He sacrificed a normal form
for parents
to learn about love,
learn warmth,
humanity.
He gave a great
gift.
He sacrificed his life
for your sake!’
And do I believe this man?
No!
Now it’s not belief.
Beyond an explanation,
I know through
knowledge,
experience
of a Truth.
I very rarely write anything that resembles poetry.
ReplyDeleteHowever I wrote this yesterday.
Is this poetry?
~Morning Melancholy~
A cloudy cool morning
drinking coffee on the porch
watching birds flit about
at peace with who I am
for now
Yes, it's poetry - or the start of a poem!
ReplyDeleteOpening resembles Joyce's anarchic style in Finnegan's Wake. Reliance on the personal, rather thas the universal,though, is limiting. The poet should aim for generality as well as retaining the intimicy of the particular inspiration.
ReplyDeleteThe Wounded Healer by Joan Halifax goes into the sickness of the "spirits" that call on a shaman. You have tapped his difference & delivered it to us & helped us to see from different angles. You guys are truly part of one another & your creative activity can be seen as shamanic. The creative part is essential...Damn, too long, again. Love your stuff
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ReplyDeleteI am a teacher of the Visually Impaired and Blind. I received my M.Ed. in Vision Studies and Orientation & Mobility. Interesting.
ReplyDeleteamazing - thank you!
ReplyDeleteinteresting ! Thnx.
ReplyDeletewhat is poetry ???
What is art ? Whatever the artist says it is...likewise for poetry, one might think...
keep up the good work