What is poetry? Poetry to me, as the poet, means the creation of puzzles for others to read. Puzzles where they can find bits of themselves, because we are more a like than different. When is a puzzle finished? Perhaps never. I say this because you can always tweak one, or spin off into a new tangent of verse. Once the mind locks into this mind set there you are onto a topic dear to your heart. Or one you have something to say something about. “I’ve written this before____” “I forget my train of thought____Let me see___?”
I’ve my morning brew made from coffee beans today. I expect it to be really good! Wicked Joe’s Breakfast Blend. I pulled Walt Whitman’s Leave’s Of Grass and Henry David Thoreau”s Walden; Life In The Woods. Both of these are paperbacks, I really would rather have hardcovers. I do have Thoreau and Whitman in hard cover, but have chosen these for their smallness. I already have several books out to reference. I have a goal to begin reading poetry again or books of interest. There is a lot one can plan in a day’s time. And its not possible to do it all! Mornings are for writing in. No matter if it is blog, pen pal letters or poetry. I got that down. It gives my brain something solid to meander through.
Yesterday was taken up with the dentists. Necessary folk those fellows___ladies. Mine happens to be a nice man who will over time get more of my money, I only need to preserve things in limbo land.
I did not realize that there are many people out there who do love poetry and write it. I just did not think about this. Maybe the art of writing poetry is not lost after all, one simply needs to find it.
Well, Good morning! And best wishes! Thank you for reading my blogs! I do deeply appreciate it! Tuesday, all day long! I will work to make them worthwhile. Best wishes! Pejj