OK, the gods of the universe have made contact again, this time through the oracle of Facebook. I came across a meme from someone I may have subscribed to (or not as the case may be.) The meme began… “read poetry; write poetry; live poetry.”
I was intrigued. I read poetry. I don’t write poetry. But I would like to live poetry.
I don’t write poetry because it is such a rich medium I know I could never come close to its depths with my impoverished soul. However, I think I could live poetry.
I can see blackbirds and think of Robert Service or remember the “Twa Corbies.” I can look in the mirror at 6:00am on a good day and agree that I look like “The Wreck of the Hesperus.” I can tell Mary Oliver what I plan to do with “my one wild and precious life.”
I think that I may spend some time on this weblog “living poetry.”
Today, for example, because it was April 20 and extremely cold (2C) for this time of year, I had to wear a scarf to walk my 10kms maintenance walk. I chose one in white lace, that I had designed and knit in very fine yarn years ago. Immediately I thought of a line from The Highwayman…. “a bunch of lace at his chin.”
In fact, I had originally designed the scarf from the poem “Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven.”
Yes, I think that this was a day of poetry well lived.
P.S. I am also reliving past days of poetry, as I incorporate stories and pictures into my weblog. I remember taking this picture one frigid day in January 2010. I know I was in a park, but which park?