Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Why Read Poetry You Ask?
Poetry is the music surrounding earth and our universe; it creates beautiful visions in our minds of what pleasures there are in life. It makes us feel; joy and love, grief and sorrows, fear and loss, death and pain and our hopes and dreams. Poetry is spoken by a poet who feels and sees the beauty in god’s earthly creations with the rising of the sun. Hence they convey to the rest of mankind their vivid vision with deep, loving, affection. What they feel deep in their hearts and write through their enchanting words enables us to clearly see the original masterpiece in brilliant color. If one cannot see or hear; then they are blessed with the graphic words of a poet.
It is wonderful to see a rainbow of many exquisite colors; it is calming to see and hear the thunder and crash of the ocean’s surf; the touch of the first spring rain with it’s thunderous break in the darkening clouds above; but it is better – far better - to me to remember forever a true poets words engraved in ones soul who has described these wondrous feelings and sounds in written pictures. By simply recalling a poet’s magical words the joy we first felt when we looked upon these sights that touched our senses resurges in us as fresh as ever and remains without end.
The gift of sight and the senses I don’t dismiss; I’m only trying to express how much these words can do so much within ones spirit if only they open their minds to the beauty of poetry. Even ones memory could vanish but then again a line from a particular touching poem could stir lost memoirs within ones soul.
When in idle peaceful hours we need to reflect upon life, the book of poetry will guide us in our quest for answers to why there is turmoil and unrest in an unjust world and give us sustenance to carry forward. Why there is doubt and darkness in death and give us hope and peace in understanding the circle of life. Or just refraining far from the maddening crowds to contemplate on the beauteous life that God has created for us and to enjoy. These poetic souls, these sweet souls have become my everlasting companions, my true friends in my hours of blissful retreat. ~ANNABELLE
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*** Sir Arthur Conan Doyle ***
*** Sir Christopher Lee ***
~ Turn of the Screw ~
WE WERE SOLDIERS
Twilight at Sea
The Twilight Hours like birds flew by,
As lightly and as free;
Ten thousand stars were in the sky,
Ten Thousand on the sea;
For every wave with dimpled face,
That leaped upon the air,
Had caught a star in its embrace,
And held it trembling there.
Amelia Coppuck Welby
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