Artists Amongst Poets

Regardless of how dim That first light causes me pain Blinded Another day? Already? What a shame. The blankets, like heavy clouds Keep me from rising The cold air outside the covers Something I disdain Its Monday, But oh, how I wish it were Sunday. One more minute One more hour Snooze, ring, snooze One foot down Two feet down On the freezing cold tile Rising from the dead Lamp, light, bed. I look around through crusty eyes Is this my life? Routine Walk, bathroom, closet Do I even know where to begin? An avalanche of clothes fall As the doors pry apart Mocking Mind clouded by the wish of sleep Oh what I’d do for one more wink.

            For me, as an individual, writing a poem is good for expressing complex emotion that is hard to put into words. Often in our lives we are fighting to express ourselves, and language is a far disconnect from actual raw emotion. Through the figurative use of our available language, we can near those raw emotions a bit more than just in plain words.   For me, reading a poem is good for finding yourself. Sometimes, we don’t have the words, and although the author might not have meant it, we often resonate with whatever we need to resonate with in our lives. Thus, a poem can often offer some insight into what that is. The hardest part about writing a symbolist poem was actually finding a symbol that could truly represent what you wanted to express in all of its forms. It was a while before I could pin down exactly what I wanted to express and how. For me personally, I also had a hard time choosing subject matter because I wanted to make sure that I wrote a poem that me

As we dance, the river flows the music as the tide it goes and goes through the slopes and the valleys high and low. Through the tendrils of discovery i n the creeks, we grow, soon enough, we find our flow. At high tide, the river flows inattentive of who is there, It goes and goes carving canyons in its path b eauty in destruction creation free spirited at last As the tide gets low, the flow gets slow the water turns still, our reflections we can feel a moment of meditation a balance within ourselves ripples of acceptance  i n the water as we float until again, the river flows. In the flow arts community, the concept of "flow" is a transcendental state reached while moving / dancing that allows for the practitioner to express themselves in their most authentic way. Flow allows for emotion to lead the way in a path to self realization and discovery of the body and mind. As a hoop dancer, flow has allowed me to reach self acceptance, and

As far as meaning and poetry are concerned, I believe that  it is making a choice about the matter that is truly important. There seems to be three ways this could go.  Option 1: Choose to give it meaning Option 2: Choose to not give it meaning Option 3: Choose to let it tell you it’s meaning. As per usual, nothing in the realm of expression, art, or the world, is black and white. Therefore, the choice is truly up to the person who is creating the piece. For me personally, when it comes to poetry, I often value meaning and consider it of central important, hence it is not unusual that I choose to give it meaning, or let it tell me its meaning. It is not unlikely that through the development of the meaning it can change, and morph. All of this is true of art and poetry alike, however I believe that in visual arts, there is a bigger spectrum for “decorative” art with seemingly little to no meaning. Contrary to popular belief, I actually think that the choice of makin