(photo Rho Densmore)
Found Poetry
When the sun perches low upon the western horizon and ignites radiant colors across the sky, poetry is found…
When a small, fragrant bud stands tall upon it’s stem and takes it’s first breath to open, poetry is found…
When an artist turns a blank canvas into a creative mosaic of light and shadow, reflecting the calming landscape before them, poetry is found…
Yet what about the poetry to be found in the mundane and routines of life?
And where is the poetry in the chaos and the pain?
The beauty and the poem of the present moment can be found though it may require a shift in perspective and a retraining of the eye to see what is right in front of us.
Even contained within the pages of a book a poem can be found. Though it can take some time to weed through the words and find the special message, a jewel of a poem, buried within the sentences.
Below is a poem that I discovered from a page in a book, which is pictured above This is actually an art form which is called Found Poetry:
How long we will go on
You must tell me
I can see
You are not yourself
Her advice is to sleep
For days and days
But when you awake
In blessed solitude
I would be in your arms
Nothing else will matter
I still do not know why
Regardless of the cost
Why
My head understands
Though my heart does not
But, but, but…
You have a different truth
Perhaps we can spend
Hours together
Rather than minutes
May you love
And understand this with majesty
And wild plans
While the external Camino’s of our lives continue to have limitations, if you wish to pursue a journey into the realm of Found Poetry more information can be found at this link.
Rho Densmore Caminoheads SouthWest Bureau Chief