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Listen to the Poets
At any given time in a civilized society, there are poets who see what is happening and give transcendent meaning to it. (For example, T.S. Eliot's, "The Wasteland" and Ginsberg's, "Howl")
But there are countless "minor" poets (like you) who give us spoonfuls of understanding of what is happening and how everything is connected.
Let's take some time to listen to them. Good poetry is like meditation. It can reset, refocus, rejuvenate the conscience. Give us a poem that has caused you to be still and to listen. Share with us your own poetry that has poured out from your conscience.
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Kieran Preissler
I live for the small things in life,
the moments of pure bliss.
This ping pong ball is my metronome.
Jim Moonan 30+
Here is a poem by David Whyte that reminds me of your ping pong ball:
The Lightest Touch
Good poetry begins with
the lightest touch,
a breeze arriving from nowhere,
a whispered healing arrival,
a word in your ear,
a settling into things,
then like a hand in the dark
it arrests the whole body,
steeling you for revelation.
In the silence that follows
a great line
you can feel Lazarus
deep inside
even the laziest, most deathly afraid
part of you,
lift up his hands and walk toward the light.