Poetry

A question often asked of the old poet is how she does it…how do the verses she write come to be…A question often asked of the old poet is where does she finds her spark…the inspiration…for her poetry. The old poet smiles and, I imagine, people think she’s playing a game…when she says, “My answer may be different today than yesterday…but it will always be the same.” “Whenever I see two people meet for the first time…whenever I watch a friendship begin to grow…I discover in those moments…there is poetry in hello.” “Whenever I see two people holding hands or kiss…whenever I see sorrow on a face appear I discover in those moments there is poetry in love…and there is poetry in tears.” “Whenever I hear the melody of the birds in the morning…whenever I listen to a voice sing beautifully and strong…I discover in those moments…there is poetry in song.” “Whenever I see a person painting…whenever a painting touches my heart…I discover in those moments…there is poetry in art.” “Whenever the shifting clouds…a rainbow…or a sunset makes me sigh…I discover in those moments…there is poetry in the sky.” “Whenever I see a couple dancing…watch the trees bend in the wind…or the waves undulate upon the ocean…I discover in those moments…there is poetry in motion.” “And whenever I see friends and family gathered round a loved one who is about to die…I discover in those moments…there is poetry in goodbye.” “This is where I find my inspiration”…the poet smiles as she happily exclaims, “And If you ask me tomorrow my answer might be a little different… but it will always be the same”.