The Poetry of Luna Rose

Monday, 26 November 2012

EGOS



Entertaining
Gorgeous
Ordinary
Sweet

Adorable
Rare
Energetic

Natural
Outgoing
Tenacious

Beautiful
Angelic
Delightful

Thoughtful
Heartful
Effervescent
Yearning

Sensible
Innocent
Magical
Playful
Laughing
Youthful

Necessary
Efficient
Effectual
Darling

Lovable
Obliging
Vulnerable
Exceptional
Posted by Cathy Broome at 21:27
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Cathy Broome
Poetry is many things. An expression of heart or soul; a response to beauty or pain; a way to communicate a thought, idea, feeling or plea. Poetry is an inspiration – both in the writing and the reading. It is a mystery in its creation and interpretation. It is both meaningless and meaning-rich; profoundly, ordinarily human and inherently mystical. It is a thing which contains all opposite ends of the spectrum and yet is none of those things. People tell me I am a poet. I have no idea what that means – it is not something I can comprehend with my mind. And yet I know. To me, reading or writing a poem is like hearing a piece of beautiful music. There are many layers to it and though the mind can understand the words or hear there is a piano playing or grasp that this is a sonnet, it is the soul which feels the deep expression of what is being communicated. Though I may put my subjective interpretation onto it, what it means to you may be entirely different. It is a means to celebrating our sameness and our difference. I am in love with poetry.
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