Jaggling Spaces

From jagged spaces, what voice emerges?

Today, the weather in-between winter and spring, sunny, cold, warm, cloudy, edged with contrasts. The ground moist yet quick to dry. Clothes drying in the wind, drenched by a sudden, insistent shower, soon nearly dry again.

A friend asked me yesterday; what is the poetry in the ugly, the polluted, the bludgeoning wars in the world?

He a psychologist, me an intuitive, running through words, listening to their trails, different terrains, crossroads, the hidden and dormant, tips of flowers, silted years.

About bydda88

I love poetry, writing, especially writing as healing, as touching the sacred, being touched. And place, places dreaming us, us them. Coasts, rivers, canyons; the ordinary things too, the small things, gestures that reach out.
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One Response to Jaggling Spaces

  1. AJ says:

    Poetry makes all things beautiful…ugly is only in the eye of the beholder, the conditioned mind – there is beauty in everything.

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