“Don't ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn't fall in love, I rose in it.”
― Toni Morrison
Happy National Poetry Month.
I’m a little late…but here I am.
Poetry has been intriguing to me for much of my life. As a much younger man, I admired all the different strains of the poem whether it was a tough rap song, a rhythmic spoken word, or the effervescent words of Maya Angelou. As a musician, I suppose the rhythm of the poem drew me in just as much as the content.
“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.”
― Maya Angelou
Though it has taken time to call myself a poet, owing largely to comparing myself to others, I find it an honor to take the things that I perceive in this world and spin it into a few simple lines of poetry. And I do mean simple. I am not one to make a wordy poem, quite the opposite in fact. I enjoy placing a few words together to contemplate beauty, my questions for God, and the pains that I feel. Poets are a rare gift in this world as they (we) capture elements of the past, organize thoughts of the present, and point us to distant futures. So this month, take a little lean into the poetry section of your bookstore. (Thinking of my friend
and her new book of poetry) My forever favorite poets are Lucille Clifton, , Clint Smith, James Baldwin, Nikki Giovanni, and .Pursuing softness by Robert Monson
My body aches today.
Great. (Not really)
and as my eyes open, my to-do list
rushes through my mind like a rollercoaster.
And as the tears fall from my eyes,
I remember that I can’t do it all.
Not alone at least.
I stroke my neck to remind myself to be gentle.
To be soft.
To be kind.
To me.
*Have a great day everyone. Who are some of your favorite poets and why?*
Great reminder brother.
"I stroke my neck to remind myself to be gentle.
To be soft.
To be kind.
To me."
I love this poem!