I was watching an interview with the Mayor of Newark, Cory Booker and I was drawn by his comment when said what we needed was more poets in this world. When asked why he felt that way he explained that poets have a way of simply bringing to life meaningful topics that we need to think about in order to help make a difference in our soceity. Poets don't get caught up in the filters..that cloud..they simply express feeling on important issues. Often things we are afaid to contemplate.
His words gave me goosebumps.
When I read poems by Maya Angelou, Elizabeth Browning, Kipling, Emily Dickenson, Emerson etc..I am reminded of the wisdom these creative souls were leaving for the future. During their life many endured hardships, some not well liked or seen as too out there..yet the wrote.
Not all people "get" poetry or can relate but each and everyone one of us is a poet. Every song is a poem.
What I realized from Mayor Booker 's observation was poets have the courage to feel..and from that deep feeling leave a message for all those who are brave enough to open up and feel. Those that relate to one song, poem..the message has hit a cord.
I remember reading a quote by Maya Angelou that went like this "Poetry puts starch in your backbone so you can stand, so you can compose your life". I couldn't imagine my world if I lived without feeling or having the freedom to express what that means. It is through feeling..I have learned and I have grown...and I continue to dream!
To those poets before me..now..and into the future..thank you for your courage!
Imagining
Imagining my world when my sight
was gone
To relinquish control in that
moment didn’t feel wrong
Abandon one sense to discover
another
Alert, a feeling best described
when I became a mother
In this new world of darkness
its learn as you go
Things took for granted and done
with ease, now thoughtfully slow
With careful wonder you learn to
trust
Opening your heart and mind a
must
All of the color as it
disappears
No time to dwell on your deepest
fears
Imagining my world when my sight
was gone
It didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy
the tranquility of a song
Take pleasure in hearing the
voice of a friend
Imagining their smiling face
divinely a heart can mend
Or remember the sound of my
son’s sweet voice
How we choose to live our life
we all have a choice
Imagining my world when my sight
was gone
It helped me to see just where I
belong
With each adventure you have
courage to embrace
You realize how much it
contributes to the smile on your face!
Tracey(May2012)Copywrite.
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