Monday, September 23, 2013
The World Needs
The world needs
more people stopping to embrace
the poetry that exists--
swaying in silence
in the midst of noise & traffic.
The world needs more love letters
to console its loneliness--
written in cursive--
letters curving & stretching
to connect like a stream
of souls holding hands.
The world needs our rhythm
to join its own,
Our hearts to applaud together
and become loud enough
to pause a rushing crowd.
The world has more poetry
than it can love on its own,
and that's where we come in:
Down the aisle
To marry the art
that was meant for us...
To stand on its hills
and bathe in its sun
To dance with its meter
and proudly wear
its shawls of syllables
To run with the freedom of its verse
To love its warm breath
whispering around our minds
To swim with its bravery
when it rises like a wave
To pay attention when the sky
Wears a new dress
To thank the strong breeze
For passing through
The world needs us
to enter loyally into
its family
and take great care of it..
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the world needs less poets
ReplyDeletewho only like the sound
of their own voice...
Yes, that, too! I hope you weren't implying that I am one of those poets, because I actually dislike my voice. Lol
DeleteI was worried when I wrote this, that it would be misunderstood.
Beautiful poetry. I guess the world doesn't need poets. But it's hard not to be one when you love the world, and want to honor, love it with words. I don't think the world minds.
ReplyDeleteNo, that's not what I'm trying to say at all. The world absolutely needs more poets, they see its beauty and love it. The beauty is the poetry. Maybe I need to rewrite this...lol
DeleteThere, I edited and reworded it a bit to make more sense.
ReplyDeleteI do like your perceptions of what the world needs. And I love the concluding stanza.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mary!
DeleteI am so in awe of your ability to poetically sing about everything in your world...I think we all need poets to remind us of the beauty of the simplest of creations. The power of water. The power of a touch, a word. Poets ground me.
ReplyDeleteYOU touch me. Always speaking directly to me.