sing a song of sixpence..end of poetry month

a living history is sung by telling its melody.
~antonio machado

salutations to poets, poems and poetry!
we know all about the authentic life,
a life well-lived, the quality of a day,
a day in the life, it’s a wonderful life..

all these inspire us to live,
dare i say..a poetic life..
to seek out the things that are similar..
while we recognize the differences..
hidden resemblances within the contrary..

see how the great cosmos
is the mirror for the wee speck of our lives..
look..the dust of the world turned stars in the firmament..
hear the ten thousand things sing praises of the one..

everything seeks everything,
without purpose, without end, without cease.
~ hugo

poetry brings the looking-glass of reflection to our front door..
we open .. see ourselves and remembre..
our mistaken identity, our heart of understanding,
our misshapen relationship with self and other,
our original goodness...

bowing to the yes that leads to freedom..most often..
to the no that sometimes does,
to the maybe that gives us breathing room, the interval..
dropping our answers in the lap of the gods..
from pause, we rise up whole .. only a moment..
embodying every meter of our humanness
with greatfulness to the cell song .. i ..

i, for one, would like my life to be a poem..
all the verses..rich and thick and slurpy ...silky, tender, meek..
easy on the eyes, the razor’s edge, somewhere over the rainbow..
an aria of the all and everything - reduced to zero..

poetry is the antidote to technology and the market.
~ octavio paz