There’s the poet, then there’s the poem. One cannot exist without the other. Every poet has their own particular point of view. Like light through a stained-glass window, the poet filters inspiration. The poet is the stained glass. The light is inspiration or Spirit or emotion. The light and the stained-glass together create a special kind of light. That light becomes the poem.
I’m a poet with a particular point of view. In these next blog posts I’ll post poems on different subjects from my point of view. Each poem is an expression, through me, of inspiration or Spirit or emotion. What you see in this light is what you bring to the poem.
For without an audience we are just playing to an empty room.
Today’s subject is Paper (and writing).
To a Piece of Paper
Here is the dance floor
parqueted with words,
Here is the curtained bed,
Here is the blank blueprint
where dreams find their architect,
Here is the cloudbank
from which God’s hand emerges,
Here is the egg,
from which tall tales are birthed.
Here is the wide field
of my imagination.
© Anne Westlund
Come back on Friday, March 22, for Make Visible: Criticism.
“Make visible what, without you, might perhaps never have been seen.”~Robert Bresson, French Film Director
Comments on: "Make Visible: Light Through a Window" (2)
Lovely poem with strong imagery. I LOVE the comparison you made with stained glass and poetry in your intro. Great way to highlight how different poems can turn out based on the poet’s viewpoint. That’s one of the reasons it’s so fun to approach the same prompt as a group. The results can vary greatly, yet all have their own beautiful light.
Thanks, Mary! You are so right about different poets, same prompt, result: vastly different poems. 🙂