CamronsInsider
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Ok, I'm holding my breath and taking the plunge. You have no idea how anxious, and nervous this makes me feel. Crazy isn't it?!?!? I mean, I recently made a complete fool of myself with a coworker (that's elsewhare on the site) - and while I'm still on edge over that .... this makes me feel a lot of butterflies.
But, first, The Wine Test - I'm not a wine person, you know the type - folks who sip wine and talk about how smokey it is with a finish of apple and a tweak of cinnamon. I'm not one of those folks. But I have friends who are and they kept shoving wine at me for a long time - telling me "Don't you taste the cherry initially and then the charcoal finish". No I don't. It was a constant source of frustration with me. Unable to communicate with experienced people in the language they had for things I could not sense.
Now stop for just a second and think about that. A LOT OF PEOPLE FEEL THIS WAY ABOUT POETRY! Maybe stop for more than a second.
Resuming ..... One dreaded day, one of my friends had a new idea. I was given TWO glasses of wine and asked "do they taste different?". Well yes they did. "Tell me Cam, how do they taste different?" Well that sparked an entire and very productive conversation about wine tasting. DO I understand now what all the wine words mean? No. But, I'm not so afraid and I know when I'm in that situation, I need to grab a second glass and start comparing.
So, let's try this with my admittedly basic starter poetry. I'm providing two for contrast. Rather than looking at a single point, now you have a range to think about with me. Wanna try this out?
I was tempted to start out with poems that I think are good, but that would likely skew the whole experience, so, I’m starting with older poems, more than 10 years old and I’ll work my way forward. I’m not going to cherry pick, we get to know each other for reals this way.
Poem 1
An ever unfolding silk floats as a sail,
Twirling in circles that do not end,
Without rest the tapestry flies with life,
An unfurled gift from God.
Not a flag in flight, not a shroud at rest,
But an ever new moment renewed again,
A sparkling ribbon lives in the wind,
A life without form but of substance.
While we are touched by the Spirit,
The gift streams in bright rays,
We cannot see what we already know,
But we know, we unfold and we Love.
Poem 2
Frozen prints of joy on a snow filled green,
Sleigh prints, dog prints, and little snow boots,
All giving direction of places been, and places to be,
All given texture by life.
With the sun we feel the crackle beneath our feet,
The wrapping of snow reveals the life to be,
And as the life that once was fades in the sun,
A new life is raised.
Where the snow was once heavy there is now warmth,
To play, tracing round in circles of footprints,
But we walk a new path and hold our path true,
In love we find life.
But, first, The Wine Test - I'm not a wine person, you know the type - folks who sip wine and talk about how smokey it is with a finish of apple and a tweak of cinnamon. I'm not one of those folks. But I have friends who are and they kept shoving wine at me for a long time - telling me "Don't you taste the cherry initially and then the charcoal finish". No I don't. It was a constant source of frustration with me. Unable to communicate with experienced people in the language they had for things I could not sense.
Now stop for just a second and think about that. A LOT OF PEOPLE FEEL THIS WAY ABOUT POETRY! Maybe stop for more than a second.
Resuming ..... One dreaded day, one of my friends had a new idea. I was given TWO glasses of wine and asked "do they taste different?". Well yes they did. "Tell me Cam, how do they taste different?" Well that sparked an entire and very productive conversation about wine tasting. DO I understand now what all the wine words mean? No. But, I'm not so afraid and I know when I'm in that situation, I need to grab a second glass and start comparing.
So, let's try this with my admittedly basic starter poetry. I'm providing two for contrast. Rather than looking at a single point, now you have a range to think about with me. Wanna try this out?
I was tempted to start out with poems that I think are good, but that would likely skew the whole experience, so, I’m starting with older poems, more than 10 years old and I’ll work my way forward. I’m not going to cherry pick, we get to know each other for reals this way.
Poem 1
An ever unfolding silk floats as a sail,
Twirling in circles that do not end,
Without rest the tapestry flies with life,
An unfurled gift from God.
Not a flag in flight, not a shroud at rest,
But an ever new moment renewed again,
A sparkling ribbon lives in the wind,
A life without form but of substance.
While we are touched by the Spirit,
The gift streams in bright rays,
We cannot see what we already know,
But we know, we unfold and we Love.
Poem 2
Frozen prints of joy on a snow filled green,
Sleigh prints, dog prints, and little snow boots,
All giving direction of places been, and places to be,
All given texture by life.
With the sun we feel the crackle beneath our feet,
The wrapping of snow reveals the life to be,
And as the life that once was fades in the sun,
A new life is raised.
Where the snow was once heavy there is now warmth,
To play, tracing round in circles of footprints,
But we walk a new path and hold our path true,
In love we find life.
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