As we approach resurrection day, I must admit, poetry has breathed new life into my writing. It allows me to hear differently…to listen to the song of the wind and rain, to breathe the voice of trees, to still at the silence that is not silence but becomes birdsong and brush rustle when soul is subdued.
I have always loved poetry. But my interest was rekindled at this season in my life by this lady, whom I call my poetry teacher. Such grace she gave my early efforts.
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A neat thing is happening in West Virginia to celebrate poetry and art. Mountain Line Transit in Morgantown, beginning March 24th, decorated their bus interiors with the words and works of local poets and artists. To see some of the selections, visit here. I haven’t ridden a city bus for a while, but I may have to make a trip up to Morgantown for just such a treat.
I’m a morning person and happiest in a place with no walls. Give me a bed of grass and a blanket-sky and I will dream deep in wonder. But a good story takes me to this place too. And a poem? Even better. You can always find me here. Or connect with me on on facebook, twitter, or pinterest.