Poetry Project, V. 10.0, Day 27

I catch myself, sometimes - and in this year's rendition of National Poetry Month more so than ever before - in that state of mind where poetry has to be impactful, say something relevant, be poignant, altruistic, etc.  Certainly poetry CAN be all those things, and there's nothing wrong with that.  But, poetry, I think, is more than that.  Being reminded of the simplest things, in a simple way, is often the best way to produce a feeling, and getting a reaction from the audience is really more what poetry is about.  it's not always good, either - it can be offensive, and still be quality poetry.  Now, the real question: is it easier to incite a riotous emotion or to instill a peaceful one???  My vote: peacefulness and tranquility take more effort and skill, because they do not rely on adrenaline to sustain themselves.  Just some humble thoughts, and as I'm in the final push for poems this year, I suppose it's nice to see a little bit of that growth in my spirit, if not in my work.


why clouds?

i used to hate the clouds,
the shielded the sun
and made everything feel the same shade of grey.
it looks like rain and depressing wetness,
even with the bright greens of spring
adding color everywhere.
why have them,
why like them
why clouds?

but they clouds bring the rains,
and relief from the oppressive sun,
and they force me to think,
and be quiet and restful,
and slow down,
and be grateful for the blessings in my life,
the people i love and care for,
and this world.

and maybe,
because of that, it gets just a little better,
because of the clouds.


Thanks for reading,

Me