Esther reminds us that poetry shared never dies. A perfect thought for World Poetry Day. I hope you’re enjoying my poetry party.

Hortus Closus

Picture by Elisabeth Blanchet

The evening by the
Lake and you are here again
With me, by my side.

You took my hand, told me verses,
These moments will never die.

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I am not what you think I am

Poets love words, but we love labels lots less. This video says why better than I could. Thanks to N.E. White for preferring love, like I do. To me, this sounded like performance poetry, so I offer the video as spoken poetry. If you’ve never been to a poetry slam, give it a try one day. It’s crazyfabulousbrave.

N. E. White

Great spoken word video:

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Scattered amongst stone

This prose poem will challenge you and make you feel its sharp edges. Words have power and magic to break, reform and transcend. This does all of that in one lovely package. Makes me want to get out of my armchair. Hope you are enjoying World Poetry Day. I’m off to play.

beth tremaglio

”With swords raised in battle. A glimpse of self reflected in the blade.”

I’m scattered here in a million pieces, maybe, but I’ve lost count.

This rock has shred me. Held my emotions when I could no longer bare them.

This rock has forced me to face the ”flight mode” of fear and change my relationship to it. A mode of flight on a rock and in life also, this slab has balanced that.

This rocks formation has spoken of life’s balances. Life’s reflective nature and the beauty found in chaos.

I’m shattered among many slabs and countless hours of working to let go and to hold on. No longer relying on another to salvage me, but rather to rely on myself.

With swords raised in battle, a glimpse of self reflected in the blade, and had shown the enemy I had become to myself. Salvation was near and Revelation…

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Grassroots effort

Welcome Tyler to the FFT World Poetry party! He is a constant inspiration. I wrote this after reading part of his poem.
Sing to me
in the spiraling
of the four
carrying the dust
of us all.
I hope your words take wing today, my magical friends.

The ancient eavesdropper

to me
in the
cool tongue
of a clear

the morning sun
through every pore —
a solar flare of
daffodils dances
in an open field.

Inch by inch
worms measure
the earth’s waist.

Deep in thought
uprooting memories
& transplanting poetrees.

Poultry DJs
mixing up the dirt
chicken scratch.

Green straws
the morning dew —
pipettes plumbing
the soils’ depths —
grassroots effort.

Down on all fours
in a field of clover
luck is beneath me.

Clothing mountains
in motley garments —
wildflower fashion

in the grass —
petals —
like newborn
for sunlight.

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“What a World, What a World,” cried the Wicked Witch~

Visit Oz on the wings of a Starry Night Cracker. Cindy Knoke just gets more magical with every post. Have a wonderful World Poetry Day.

Cindy Knoke

Remember, she said this when she was melting. (Orange Julia)

She was too selfish,
to care about anything beyond herself (Orange Julia, Blue Morpho, Cydno Longwing)
and so she melted. (Side-Striped Hairstreak)
Poor wicked witch.
She could never find joy in a butterfly. (Monarch, Longwing)
Joy finds those, (Postman)
who care about nature, (Gulf Fritillary)
and all her creatures. (Cattleheart)
May our beautiful butterfly world bring joy to you~ (Starry Night Cracker)

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