Where Does Poetry Begin

Poetry often starts outside
of one's self – on a distant hill or near
greenhouse shelf; our-cultivations
as the consideration of a grafted rose
goes; the meandering, dripping of a stream
or nose; submerging of our toes in 
chilling clarity – we see to the bottom,
sometimes fooled by depth – 

or that of a winged flight, wingtips tossing
sparks of light, dipping and scooping
winged ladles of air, unseen but yet
we see them there, pouring out there, 
back into our fanciful sky, our fanciful
eye -- in a heart's invested sigh -- up
high in the atmosphere, sighted unseen
spirit -- looking and listening for the echo
of angels -- turning us more inward, where
deeper observation and motion begins, 
the pen is lifted, and the paper stained 
finally, fondly into lyrical submission –
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Wolf Avatar
January 8, 2022 at 7:18 PM
The outside-inside connection so beautifully developed, Joe. Conception, Perception, and Introspection. :) gw
DiMino Avatar
January 8, 2022 at 8:10 PM
I'm happy this one worked out fairly well -- it is so difficult to say what really can't be fully known or reasoned -- yet, love for our art, compels us to explore and give definition our best try. Thank you my friend!
Calasibetta Avatar
January 7, 2022 at 5:07 PM
Wow Joe, a very poignant answer to your question “Where Does Poetry Begin”…some place deep within!!! Creative write, my friend. :) Paulette
DiMino Avatar
January 7, 2022 at 6:38 PM
So pleased you like this one, Paulette; poetry is such a fun topic to write about -- always something new to say; doubtful that one could ever say it all. Blessings my friend!
Dietrich Avatar
January 7, 2022 at 12:01 PM
wow, this is amazing writing I see from you today, Joe. Simply wonderful!! a fave
DiMino Avatar
January 7, 2022 at 1:01 PM
Thank you so much, Andrea; you made my day. Blessings!!
Rone Avatar
January 6, 2022 at 5:00 PM
Joe - Where do poems come from and where do they go? You know the trance-like focus when you're on a roll. And weeks after finishing, asking yourself "where did that come from"? - Ken
DiMino Avatar
January 6, 2022 at 5:31 PM
Hi Ken; I think we can only, sort-of know...I mean, the results can be so staggering -- in a sense, beyond one's personal estimate of his or her own ability and character: -- can be likened to, my wife and I know what we did to bring about this wonderful baby...but something far beyond the biology is mystically apparent when that first joyful appearance and dramatic cry. Blessings my friend! Joe.
De Beaulieu Avatar
January 6, 2022 at 11:50 AM
Hello Joe DiMino, sometimes the words take a while to form on the page words to form poetry can not be forced. It has to come naturel. Or it does not work out. enjoy your day my friend.
De Beaulieu Avatar
January 6, 2022 at 3:35 PM
Hello Joe DiMino, thank you. Enjoy your evening my friend.
DiMino Avatar
January 6, 2022 at 12:59 PM
I like that! Organic method. A sort of spirit-effervescence. Love your definition.
Baker Avatar
January 6, 2022 at 6:40 AM
"the pen is lifted, and the paper stained finally, fondly into lyrical submission –", great ending Joe. I enjoyed your Free Verse, imagery was good and enternal rhyming gave it rhythum. Bill
DiMino Avatar
January 6, 2022 at 7:54 AM
Thank you, Bill; this was fun to write, just sort let it fly. Have a great day my friend. Blessings!
Ahmed Avatar
January 6, 2022 at 5:49 AM
Poetry is like, one of the mysteries of life! Yet to be completely defined accurately. Liked your poem! beautiful. Thanks. - Marshall
DiMino Avatar
January 6, 2022 at 8:03 AM
Hi Marshall; were it completely defined, I think, then, many of us would lose interest. Rightly or Wrongly so -- I don't know. All poetry starts with a theme...it can be but a single word; a vague idea -- or simply the sense of an idea. In short, poetry can start with little more than desire and faith. Form, for me, is an after thought -- if consciously thought of at all; meaning, a measure of meaning and form is already in everything...so, sort of takes care of itself. The important thing for a poet is to be interesting. I keep trying. Blessings my friend.
George Avatar
January 6, 2022 at 5:41 AM
There is a lot of activity as prelude to writing . Finally this happens---exactly as you have described...."the pen is lifted, and the paper stained finally, fondly into lyrical submission" – Love these beautiful lines !
DiMino Avatar
January 6, 2022 at 8:05 AM
Spoken like a true poetess. Beautifully summed up! Thank you, Valsa. Blessings. Joe.
Croft Avatar
January 6, 2022 at 2:57 AM
this is an amazing poem that i truely enjoyed!!! Thanks for sharing
DiMino Avatar
January 6, 2022 at 3:10 AM
Thank you so much, Karen; have a beautiful Day!!!
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