Everyday Poetry

[DeepAsleep]

I dunno if you all have ever done anything like this, before, but it occurred to me, while listening to my girlfriend talk to someone, that sometimes poetry is right there, and you don't notice it. Little things that other people, who don't consider themselves poets, do or say - or little things about people (like how one of my girlfriend's earlobes is just a touch lower than the other, for instance) that strike a poetic chord.

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Overheard:

"How long have you been living together?"
"We've been sharing a refridgerator
for about six months, now."

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Just seen:

Little brown hairs on the back of a neck burnished gold in reflected sunlight.

~D.A.

 

[Tathagata]

Everything is a miracle everything is a poem
to quote an old zen poem

" How wondrous this, how mysterious!
I carry fuel, I draw water."

seeing the ordinary and pointing it out
makes it extraordinary
there are poets here, Anna, Eve, Ange, who do that to perfection


just my 2 cents

 

[DeepAsleep]

I think what I meant was "other people's unintentional poetry" and just never got around to the point.

Heeh.

'Twere just an idea.

 

[Tathagata]

I think what I meant was "other people's unintentional poetry" and just never got around to the point.

Heeh.

'Twere just an idea.

i know what you meant
but the fact you'd "report it" as it were would make it a " here and now" piece

 

[No Bagles]

the best poetry is that which comes atcha from the least expected source:

my daughter at 6 yo -

I worry about bees.

What if they get bored
you know,
jaded...

and lose their sting?

 

[Sinsualmind]

The AA meeting...

8's

they have 8
legs
eyes
ways of running
8 perspectives

and you wonder
why the hell i'm so
scared of the bastids?

My name is Sinsual
and i'm Arachnophobic

or somethin' or other....

*burp*

 

[annaswirls]

I think what I meant was "other people's unintentional poetry" and just never got around to the point.

Heeh.

'Twere just an idea.

Deepasleep, this is an excellent observation. Keep noticing these things, it is amazing how profound the simplest moments can be.

My 3 year old neice once said to me on a walk across a field

"Am I following you
or are you following me?"

I guess we just follow each other
and see where we go"


~


Thanks T! Sometimes it actually works?

My favorite poems are when poets make other people's unintentional poetry into a real poem, making what you see/hear/experience into a metaphor of something larger or more universal.

That is what makes people able to relate to poems. The specific representing the universal.

Sometimes we get stuck in writing about our own thoughts and feelings, for a long time it was pretty much all I wrote about, and I still often do this-- it is very theraputic and sometimes enjoyable/moving to read, but to be able to take what is out there, free for everyone and to turn it into art, or science, or a spiritual moment, that is, to me, what it is really all about.

Here is one I wrote when a friend asked me how I write poems. I am not claiming it is good, but just that I looked next to my chair saw what I saw and wrote this:

sample poem

my husbands belt on the floor, there,
trapped under a white notebook
that fell from our shelf

Shirley says
"what a mess",

my camera says
"still life with gravity"

~

Artists, writers, anyone obsessed with their work often have to take slack from more mainstream friends because their obsession/preoccupation with creating does not allow much space for the mundane like picking up messes on floors. That is what this meant to me.

I am babbling.

I have been painting

it is the fumes, I blame the fumes.



~anna