I rarely write poems about poetry. While the challenging art of writing a good poem is as meritorious a subject as a stunning sunset or a broken heart. writing about writing can become trite and shallow if one is not careful. My nephew Trevor called me tonight and asked me how I began to write poetry. “I wasn’t content,” I told him, “to say simply, ‘How pretty.’ I wanted to dig deeper, to really get at the essence of beauty and my experience with it. So I began to study and write poetry.” Despite frequent arid periods, I have never stopped. At the risk of writing a trite poem about writing poetry, I did just that in “Between.” I hope it meets with your approval.
BETWEEN
Poems come from places in between:
between sleep and wakefulness;
between light and darkness;
between divine habitation
and this rough carnal plane;
between intellect and pathos;
belonging at once to neither
and to both: creations
of paradox and reconciliation.
“creations of paradox and reconciliation” love this
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I’m so glad you enjoyed the poem! Thanks for letting me know!
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I often find myself in the “in between”, “belonging at once to neither and to both.”
Thanks for sharing your poetry.
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Thank you, Becky, for believing in me and my writing.
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