Poetry Found: A Reply

A Poem By Raine // 3/28/2010

Naomi Shihab Nye wrote in her poem, Valentine for Ernest Mann, that poetry hides...and what we have to do is live in a manner that enables us to find it...to see it.. This started me thinking about the poetry in everyday life...and here is the result. 

 

Today, I decide to search for Poetry
Embarking on a safari, I explore
Dusty tables, hand knit bags
and crowded closets for 
Elusive poetic bits

 

Poetry hides in the light clicking
of the keyboard, late homework
pressing the keys to a flurry 
of activity

 

Found in the plaintive sigh
of little fingers struggling
with the teeth of a woolen
zipper

 

In the icy shards of a 
broken lightbulb on the floor
Poetry leaps upwards and
nicks my fingers

 

Supper dishes in the sink
Clamor for soap and water
And the bubbles burst, each
expelling a hiccup

 

of poetry found

Searching finished, I examine

my findings, like the archeigologist
who dares hardly breathe
when uncovering aged pottery

 

I see poetry hiding 
    everywhere now,
peeking out from behind
the numbers in the clock
the footprints 
    in the carpet

Poetry softens the harsh lines

of the kitchen table
sharpens the blurred edges of 
a vase of flowers

When loneliness creeps up

I will open my eyes
and find the poetry
  hiding everywhere
around me

 

and I will smile
as I think
    of poetry found
 

Comments

Brilliant!

I LOVE this!!

KatieSara | Sun, 03/28/2010

Katie:-)

"Are all humans like this? So much bigger on the inside?"
-Idris/TARDIS

Lovely

Really lovely, Raine! I love this.

Erin | Mon, 03/29/2010

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

My favorite stanza was the

My favorite stanza was the fourth.

:D

Anna | Mon, 03/29/2010

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

This is so cool...

...loved it. I was actually going to write something similar. You put it perfectly. :)

Mairead | Tue, 03/30/2010

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"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis

Gorgeous, just gorgeous,

Gorgeous, just gorgeous, Raine.

 

~ Maethorwen

Anonymous | Mon, 04/05/2010

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