As we know National Poetry Month 2018 ended a couple of days ago. Does that mean that poetry should not be celebrated? Should we tuck it away until April 2019? Should we stop it all together? No, poetry never ends, it goes on. It’s in the very fabric of our beings and we find poetry in everything. It’s in the way a mother looks at her children. The way a baby opens his eyes to hear the voice of his father for the first time. Its how grandpa and grandma hold hands like their love is sprouting anew. Poetry is in the caress of the wind on a hot summers day. Poetry is___________.
You can fill that in with whatever you desire and call it “Poetry.”
Vulnerability is one of the important parts of poetry. It’s a moment of truth. The definition of vulnerable is the capability of being physically or emotionally wounded (source: Merriam Webster). Poets are sometimes people with a heavy past, and that’s okay! Matter of fact that’s great because you have something to speak about. In speaking about it in a poetic way you can bring about healing. You allow yourself to be vulnerable and open to not only yourself but for others.
Currently, I have some poetry work in process. Be on the lookout for that. (That’s my 1-second plug, lol). Now back to what we are discussing.
I have a poem that for me, is my truth. It’s pain seen through my eyes but I know I am not the only one with a story like this. We all are connected some way or another. The poem, however, doesn’t shed a good light on a situation and or person. Initially, this poem was a part of the work and I removed it. I felt as if I would stir up old wounds and cause strife in some relationships. I was so bent out of shape about it that I was ready to throw the baby out with the bath water. I was ready to call the whole thing quits. I felt like someone was placing duck tape over my mouth to shut me up. So, I took it out! I even sought advice from a dear friend who suggested that I write it in 3rd person.
I pondered it. I started to rewrite and I paused. But again, poetry doesn’t stop because I did. I sought out some more wisdom. Wisdom said, “Don’t leave it out, that’s your truth. Never let anyone silence your truth.” That was what I needed to hear, never silence your truth! So yes, I am going to put it back in the work because the words must go on. Stains need to be left on the lines. Healing needs to come forth. The funny thing about healing is that you first have to have a wound. That wound is the vulnerability. Find that vulnerability and let the pen bleed.
Remember that poetry never stops we just stop being vulnerable. We find a way to cover up that vulnerability with steel (which is more like aluminum foil, because aluminum foil cant protect that heart of yours, lol). We have been lead to believe that being vulnerable is weak. But vulnerability is a strength. Its because you’re not afraid to stand in the face of whatever pain you have and demand it’s exit. That vulnerability is what makes great poetry. My husband always tells me, “leave it all on the page.” So, I will carry on that wisdom to you. Never let anyone silence your truths and leave it all on the page.
Poetry can’t stop and won’t stop!
Until next time beautiful people, leave No Line Left Behind. Peace!