What is poetry in motion? It is part of the first line of the song She Blinded Me With Science by Thomas Dolby. That is how this post’s title came to me today. But what does it look like from the inside out? It is absolute, unadulterated FEELING. It is timelessness and spaciousness rolled into NOW.
I decided to go outside for a nature walk to shoot something for today’s post. While I was sitting here on the laptop I hear what sounds like wind or rain. I peeked outside and discovered that it was just beginning to rain. My first reaction was ” Damn I waited too long to go out!” Yet a few minutes later I grabbed my keys and cellphone, took off my glasses and walked out the door. The rain started to come down more forcefully and I decided to proceed. It is very warm today so it mimicked a summer storm. I did shoot one picture and realized that instead of hiding from the rain that I would embrace it! I felt so free and untethered. It was cold and wet and clean and exciting and I felt so in it! I lifted my arms and let the forces move through me! Whenever my thoughts turned to how soaking wet I was or will my phone stop working, I steered them back to the moment! I was determined to feel the moment and dance with nature.
To quote a term from the film Dazed and Confused, I was LIVIN, L-I-V-I-N!
So poetry is all about feelings for me. I write poems when I am full of emotion and I read poetry in order to feel something. That simple.
This was taken in the rain, still looks good !
I am adding a new poem today for your reading pleasure. It will be random and hopefully representative of today’s theme. Let’s find out together now …………….
This may appear planned but I swear it was random! I went to rifle through some old notebooks hoping to find one of my old poems. I opened the first one I found and saw some sketches. I turned a couple more pages and saw some writing. I looked closer and saw it was a poem. It was written in 2005 and the title is Raindrops. Clearly I was guided here.
Raindrops
Raindrops, rain drops
all over the island of Love
Wet, sticky, musty, moist
Do I float or do I drown?
Where does the ocean end
and my tears begin?
Cry for the gulfs
Gulf of Mexico
The Gulf of Middle East
The Gulf between my beloved and I
Can one taste the salt
in both tears and deep blue sea?
Does he cry for me?
Does he lie for me?
The rain splendidly showers
its music on the flowers,
iridescent treasures of the morning dew
Yet our jewels together were so few
Yet they shine like the Heaven’s light,
so shatteringly bright
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I have compiled all my poetry posts here for convenient viewing or re-viewing.
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Poetry Man is an old classic by Phoebe Snow. I recall hearing it many mornings on the school bus, thinking longingly about my high school crush. He did not write poetry, but he certainly inspired me to feel ……
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Raindrops by Litebeing Chronicles © 2005
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Wonderful poem, and I am often amazed yet never surprised at how those synchronisities pull everything together.. I often find that happens, Such was my last posted Poem Peace, I wrote some while ago, and I had drafted a totally different blog post which i since deleted, it hadnt felt right as I toyed with it for days and my motto is if in doubt, don’t….
I had been out in nature more as I shed the physical drama’s of life, soaking up the peace… I looked through my archives in my personal documents and found the poem… and was glad I chose to post it…So many needed to feel it as they commented upon its affect….
I always try to go with the flow .. Your poem reflected the poetry in motion as you found exactly what you were looking for and felt…
The rain is falling here too, but I don’t mind the rain either 🙂 without it we would not have our beautiful planet…
Love Sue
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Hi Sue,
I am more and more coming to the realization of amazement over surprise at the synchronicities and other metaphysical occurences that I witness. Perhaps they are more
” natural” than life without them!
light and love, Linda
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Perfect! Poetry is about feeling for me too. And I LOVE the rain – there is a FREEDOM in feeling the rain, opening up to the sensation of getting wet and maybe cold! I’m always so surprised at the amount of people here who huddle in doorways peering out at the rain like it is some kind of poison dripping from the skies!
And thank you for sharing your poem – lovely x
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thank you Heidi! I am typically on of those avoiding the rain but I had a change of heart, I was called to go outside so I did 🙂
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I absolutely LOVED this line : It is absolute, unadulterated FEELING. It is timelessness and spaciousness rolled into NOW
And I loved how you illustrated it by telling us about your adventure with the rain!!
While reading it…I could feel your joy and freedom..dancing in the rain 😀
Lovely poem too…a little sad…thinking about someone we long for.
I liked how it also sounded “free”…as if it was in motion…moving effortlessly from one image to another..one word to another..
I agree too, I used to write ..well…I guess they were poems a few years ago. That was the time I was feeling lost and in a darker place. But I had a lot of emotions to purge so I’m thankful I had a way to do that! I don’t think it’s freaky at all that you found the poem…it was, as you said, meant to be 😉
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I am thrilled to know that I captured the experience in words. It was absolutely freeing, like being a child again ( a happy well adjusted child lol! )
My poems are often sad as sadness and longing often fuel the writing frenzy. So glad you enjoyed yourself.
love and hugs, Linda
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I guess I will start the commentary thread 🙂
What do you think about my finding that poem on Raindrops? I was kinda spooked, but I think that my walk in the rain was transformational and opened me up to the universal field.
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