POETRY READER AT HIGH TEA
STEVE AND POETRY
WATER AND OIL?
Peeps. I am trying out a new medium of expression. It's ahh...well...poetry.
There, I said it! This first time, it is not about alcoholism or recovery. However, without my program of Alcoholics Anonymous, I could never venture this far away from my usual AA dissertations.
Always I have tried to find the "meaning" of poetry or poetic prose.
I shall not work so hard at trying to 'interpret' poetry, because I am beginning to understand that the words have an ebb and flow sometimes of their own.
This evening I have come to a realization that Poetry, as Music, Painting, Dance, Architecture, Computer Graphics and other art forms, is created twice. The writer and the reader together are co-creators. A favorite Poet-Peep was kind enough in helping me to this understanding.
What is the experience, or where is the fun, the pleasure, the spirituality, of a work of art, unless I take part in the author's effort?
For me to comprehend precisely what a poem denotes, I would have to know what even the creator of the poetic lines did not. For it is not in knowledge that I grow, but in the EXPERIENCE of doing, feeling, writing, enjoying, sharing and loving all things and Peeps as they are, as they appear to me...as they choose to be.
I asked a famous artist two years ago about a certain "Lady in Red" which he'd painted--a wall-covering canvass, beautiful (Price $32,000). I wished to know what was meant by the expression of her facial features, of what was she thinking, saying?
He said to me "She is thinking and saying whatever you wish her to be thinking and saying." And he walked away from me.
So is it with poets and poetry? Maybe!
Here is my first serious (LOL--Me, serious?) attempt at writing a short poem.
NOWHERE OR ANYWHERE
Into haze-filmed arms
of early-morning ball of fire I ride
As the warmth I feel within
Tries to match the cool outside
On the path to anywhere
Does it least matter
Who I care to meet
What I wish to happen
Just take me there, oh feet
Over that path to anywhere
Arrived is the age to see, to do
What is different from before
Change is what's about
Either now or evermore
To be anywhere
To be nowhere
There is but thin space remaining
One year leans into the next
So the time is now to be
Me forevermore...nevermore vexed
NOTE: For her patience and time spent in helping me with poetry composition, I dedicate this poem "Nowhere Or Anywhere" with love and peace to my Blog Friend and One Top-Peep DULCE whose blog is named Sweeter Poetry. Visit her HERE!