It’s a different world for a poet

Poets see the world differently.

Almost with a greater sense of observation do they expose the world to the rest of us.

They see with different eyes. Hear with different ears.

Like shared memories. You both feel the wind, but one notices the music it makes and the other notes she now has to redo her hair.

I wouldn’t say that it’s a greater sensitivity, because we all have the capability. It’s more like a choice and a shift in perspective. Say you were to flip yourself upside down. The sofa is on the ceiling, and the light is on the floor. It might change the way you feel about the floor, or you just think, “What the hell am I doing? This is ridiculous.”

It’s about allowing your imagination to do the thinking for you, and letting go of conventional wisdom.

It’s also important to realize that poets take many forms. Some are songwriters – some are artists making poetry with their brushes (Monet and Degas are favorites that I feel show this) – some are scientists.

That last one is a little harder to believe, to see. However, I believe that they fit the criteria rather well. They can look at the world differently; seeing atoms and processes and chemistry where the rest of us see a cupcake. Or seeing how the world curves when the rest of us believe we’ll fall off if we go too far – for surely the world is flat.

Poetry is everywhere, and poets are the ones who see truth and can communicate that to the rest of us.


China Doll With the Broken Face

Little china doll,
Once so gentle and peaceful
Now broken and shattered
To little sharp piece fell

But it wasn’t my fault
Don’t you see? don’t you see?!
You were in the wrong place
It must not be me

Little China doll
You now cut those who are close
For those pieces, now shattered
Gentle, peace can not boast

I have gone through abusive relationships, and one in particular keeps revisiting me. This was written to help me cope.

Sometimes you write to share knowledge, and other times you write to share burdens.

I encourage all. Don’t hide your burdens. There is nothing so lonely. Share, so none have to feel the pain of feeling like you are going crazy for doing the “right thing.”