Wednesday, October 2, 2013

"What will your verse be?"

“We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion.         
     And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. 
To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?”  -John Keating "Dead Poets Society"- author N.H. Kleinbaum
 Poetry is a special form of language written by the heart and soul. Poetry is an intense expression of feeling and ideas and like music it has a distinctive style and rhythm. October 3rd was once designated not only National Poetry Day but also World Poetry Day. Since 1994 National Poetry Day has engaged millions of people with poetry through a range of live events and web-based activities for people young and old throughout the United Kingdom. World Poetry Day is now celebrated in March although it used to be celebrated on or around October 5th here in the States. No matter the day or month we can all use a little more beauty and inspiration in our lives. Think of your favorite poem or verse. Who is your favorite poet and why? Pull out and pour over a childhood school journal or fondly reminisce as you reread an old love letter. Seize the day and write your verse now or relive a moment in time.
Each minute cell holds cosmic soul
Our fragile frame of fragmented stars
explodes on dusty brain, DNA debris

a blueprint of the universe

buried deep in the nucleus of being

We carouse distant galaxies

revolve about illusion sun

Illumined sparks as comets

glaze midnight skies.

Asleep, we are space travelers

with passports to the moon

dreaming reality.