Yes, terribly important! Thank you, Bill, (and to Gail for prodding you) for reaching for the words and writing about reaching for them. When you write and share your work, your “museum of me” becomes a “museum of the times” - this is what poets do/can do. We are all struggling with this war(s) or trying our best to avoid doing so. Giving voice and balancing it with what Spring means today, now, amidst a war far away, so necessary. Go, Bill!
Your words - "I’m thinking silence may be the most articulate statement of all.
And then I think – this very struggle to find the words, even if they are simply that we are here, struggling, is also terribly important." It is the human condition, as you say, to give expression to the whole of it, in whatever form speaks to/for that person. It seems particularly hopeful to me that indeed we humans continue to reach to express, and thereby connect through all our state of feeling - such emotions are the source of change, healing for ourselves and others.
The picture of the drop of dew/water suspended speaks to me of the creative process, as we receive and feed ourselves into understanding, acceptance, even revolution - whatever is ours to do - a poem is sufficient. I felt your earliest dated poem in this series summed up for me the struggles and the birthing of change in the prior poems. Thank you, Bill.
Thanks, Martha - I really like that insight - our creations, like buds emerging - what comes out of us being promised only the light of day - the opportunity to be shared.
So beautiful and honest, I thank you.
Thank you, Bill. Thank you for your voice. Thank you.
Thank you, Bill. Thank you for your voice. Thank you.
As usual, Bill, your words are powerful, meaningful, thought-provoking. Thanks you for sharing the museum of Bill. ❤️
“the words ran away…”. Mine,too. Thank you for yours!
“All That’s Promised” packs such a sweet punch with so few words, as only a poem and poet can do. Well done!
Yes, terribly important! Thank you, Bill, (and to Gail for prodding you) for reaching for the words and writing about reaching for them. When you write and share your work, your “museum of me” becomes a “museum of the times” - this is what poets do/can do. We are all struggling with this war(s) or trying our best to avoid doing so. Giving voice and balancing it with what Spring means today, now, amidst a war far away, so necessary. Go, Bill!
These words brought me peace in a troubled world. I am grateful for Spring. Thank you.
Dearest Friend - “THIS makes me happy” such a gift you give ❣️
All of this, the whole of it, what we need. Thank you Bill, so mcuh.
Your words - "I’m thinking silence may be the most articulate statement of all.
And then I think – this very struggle to find the words, even if they are simply that we are here, struggling, is also terribly important." It is the human condition, as you say, to give expression to the whole of it, in whatever form speaks to/for that person. It seems particularly hopeful to me that indeed we humans continue to reach to express, and thereby connect through all our state of feeling - such emotions are the source of change, healing for ourselves and others.
The picture of the drop of dew/water suspended speaks to me of the creative process, as we receive and feed ourselves into understanding, acceptance, even revolution - whatever is ours to do - a poem is sufficient. I felt your earliest dated poem in this series summed up for me the struggles and the birthing of change in the prior poems. Thank you, Bill.
Thanks, Martha - I really like that insight - our creations, like buds emerging - what comes out of us being promised only the light of day - the opportunity to be shared.
That image is arresting Bill as are your musings about sharing your poetry
The poems that touched me most were the spring ones
You have so many voices, Bill! Loved the simplicity and beauty of "All that's Promised. By the way, going to snow here.