So, I’m not really sure when i started loving poetry but i think it was around the time I was at a loss for complete sentences to describe what was happening – so…. pregnancy perhaps? I wonder what my pregnancy Haiku would have sounded like:
Plump and round…
Weighing FAT 183 pounds
Carbs and Baloney
Love you so… never lonely
I’ve loved poetry since the moment i discovered what a beautiful way it describes the “in betweens” of life. The intangibles of our emotional world. It can weave words into beautiful life pictures. It’s the artists pallet of the written word.
Take this image for example… in a sentence it would sound like this:
“yeah, this sunset over the water painting was so spectacular, and the colors were amazing”
“Sunset sweeps across the sky,
warmth will spread from the hue of tomorrow”
Ok- who know’s if i am making any sense at all but the point of this post was to share the following with you:
I love this poem a friend introduced me to about two weeks ago and wanted to share it with you and dedicate it to The Revelation Project and all the women who have come to the banquet of their own lives. Also to those who dare to really discover who they are. What inspiration- wow.
Love After Love
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.”
― Derek Walcott