Regifting Poetry

No, I am not going to discuss regifting, lol.   I am going to give the gift of poetry. Over at Poet's United we are to share a poem by another poet, that spoke to us.  It felt like a gift...
 I am going to share three poems, that spoke to me.  I love so many poets and there is so much talent-it was difficult to select.  I could honestly pick a fav of every poet I have read online and in books. These poems, that have inspired me, made me ponder and have touched my soul.

 I think of these poems, as pearls of insight and wisdom!

Some poems make me feel calm and peaceful, like the first gently snowfall of winter. I know it isn't always gentle, but here online I can pick, lol. 

“I love snowflakes simply for the reason that each one is unique; nonidentical to zillions of crystallized counterparts.  It's a difficult notion to wrap your brain around, and yet it reminds me that amidst the innumerable stories told throughout the ages, a distinctly new one rests on the tip of an author's pen.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich

  This poem made me see the scene, made me feel. I was smitten the first time I read her words.  I knew this would be my first poem.  I can still remember how I felt, when I read it the first time.   She is a retired high school English teacher, I wish she had been mine~
Her art, her words-she is so talented!  She is always inspiring and brilliant, in her delivery and insight~
   
                      Artist. Photographer. Writer. Reader. Dreamer. Farmer.

 Mary Ann Potter, I hope someday we meet and go on a morning walk! :D

"The Factory Girls by Candlelight"

Light cancels, obliterates here,

where paper and thread,

dust and heat,

and

paint flakes on cracked window frames

measure our pale hours.

Elbows and souls chafe into grey,

near-dead hands stuff into deep-pocketed aprons

of old white,

the color of shadows.

©Mary Ann Potter

YOU can read of her gorgeous poems HERE!

I love your voice Mary Ann, please write a book~

 

Hope does whisper over here. I am always in awe of her talent, her voice!

I am talking about Carrie Burtt!  Her blog Hope Whispers is so filled with sentiment and grace.   This is a bit of Carrie's bio: 

 

"Someone once said to write about why the sky was blue,so I did,and now I can't stop...."    

I love Carrie's view of the world!  Here is one of her poems, her talent  makes me smile and gasp.  She is filled with wonder and fills me with HOPE! 

Hope never abandons you, you abandon it."  ~George Weinberg

There is no place that it does not breathe

it can survive in a cardboard box

a lion's cage

 a train wreck

a coal mine

yet there is a hunger in it's belly

that yearns to be held whole

it will travel far

or it will hold still

like a photo

it's greatest strength

is where our weakness abides

in the time of need

it lingers

yet like a ghost

you may not see it unless

you are looking with your heart's eye.

© Carrie Burtt

 

CARRIE, your voice is a gift, please write a book!  

 I discovered her talent, at Poets United. She now tends the Imaginary Garden.   She is an inspiration, a teacher, who guides other poets. She allows and encourages us, to play with form. Sometimes I want to rebel-some forms are tough!  She is a school teacher, in South Africa.  I have learned a lot from Kerry, her voice in both poetry and speech amazes me. I love her blogs, but I am going to feature her blog Skylover.  She has given me a chance to express my soul.  She is a remarkable talent and inspiration!                    

She has a beautiful voice and collects fireflies!~  

Kerry's bio:  "I have fallen in love with the sky And made a secret pact with the moon, I lift my face for the wind’s kiss And fall asleep to the sea’s tune. I write love-letters to the stars And caress the tallest tree, I embrace bright shafts of sunlight And love the rain that falls on me."

© Jaime Clark (photo via Kerry's daughter)

 

Portrait of the artist as a raindrop:
I adhere to the deep secret of moss.
The dampness encourages me to grow
in hidden ways.
I give birth to strange mushrooms
of infinitesimal thought,
pale and convoluted and delicate.

You may think me dumb and dull,
because I will speak of the way I see
a glint of light run along a sunbird’s black beak;
shackled to my ink, I write it into lines,
and add besides, that feathers
are the perfect colour.
I have yet to be born as a snail
and unravel my spirals of thought
in thin trails of night silver.

Rain me a thing
          Rain me a glow worm
          Rain me a butterfly
          Rain me a curling leaf of fern.
Under storm clouds, I will sing the song with words
I do not understand, in B Flat Minor.

©Kerry O' Connor

Kerry, where is your book?!

I'm waiting... ;D

 

I had a difficult time choosing poems!  These three women are amazing, their insight alludes me~  Their poetry is a gift!!!