(Prompted by a question
Mary Reynolds Thompson
asked on her website. She asked readers
what poetry meant to them.)
Poetry to me is the sacred language
of the heart and soul.
It is the raw, uncensored, deep thoughts,
experiences, senses,
that come from my inner core.
It is the magical part of the mundane.
It is the description of the things
not everyone sees and talks about.
It is the connection to God, the universe,
the moon and stars and everything in between.
It is the flowers of the spoken world
collected into a colourful bouquet.
It is the flow of consciousness
sometimes emerging from the unconscious,
revealing the unknown.
It is the life force pouring out
and transforming into words
that are an invitation to connect us
in a meaningful, sacred and supportive way.
Teri Petz
Mary Reynolds Thompson
asked on her website. She asked readers
what poetry meant to them.)
Poetry to me is the sacred language
of the heart and soul.
It is the raw, uncensored, deep thoughts,
experiences, senses,
that come from my inner core.
It is the magical part of the mundane.
It is the description of the things
not everyone sees and talks about.
It is the connection to God, the universe,
the moon and stars and everything in between.
It is the flowers of the spoken world
collected into a colourful bouquet.
It is the flow of consciousness
sometimes emerging from the unconscious,
revealing the unknown.
It is the life force pouring out
and transforming into words
that are an invitation to connect us
in a meaningful, sacred and supportive way.
Teri Petz