Poetry Friday is hosted today at Carol's Corner.
I was reading some posts this morning. I stopped by Teacherdance to visit Linda's latest offering and got inspired to write this:
Poetry,
in a state of arrest?
No.
No need for resurrection
or defibrillation.
It lives each day
in a flow of words
from my pitcher.
It fills my cup, brimming
spilling over onto my page.
Poetry is eternal.
Happy to hear my experiences inspired your poem, Betsy. Wow-and it is a 'flow of words/from my pitcher' during NCTE & every day for me. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteSo cool that Linda's post inspired this nice flow of words onto the page!
ReplyDeleteLovely to read Linda's post and then hop over here- LOVE that last line, Betsy!
ReplyDeleteI love how we all connect across the miles through our words.
ReplyDeleteOh wow, Betsy, how beautiful. It is indeed amazing how words bring like-minded souls together. :)
ReplyDeleteI love this! "It fills my cup, brimming/spilling over onto my page." Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteI love fill-brim-spill !!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Betsy! Poetry like water flowing is such a satisfying and comforting description.
ReplyDeleteLove to hear about PF inspiration, and contradicting people who say that poetry is dead! Your poem reminds me of this quote by Kellie Elmore: “Poetry will die when love and pain cease to exist.”
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