“I love bright words, words up and singing early;
Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing;
Warm lazy words, white cattle under trees;
I love words opalescent, cool, and pearly,
Like midsummer moths, and honied words like bees, Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.”
Elinor Wylie
Yesterday was World Poetry Day. I enjoyed the fresh rounds of tweets flying through my twitter page. People are actually chatting up POETRY. I can enjoy that.
I sit here, at my desk, radio swiss classic offering up Johann Strauss
Overture To The Operetta "Die Fledermaus" and it makes me sway in my seat. I have a new candle lit and flickering.
Coffee mug sits happily beside me.
I decide this day is the perfect day to play with words alongside a newly discovered poet from the early parts of our last century.
Elinor Wylie declares,
“I love bright words, words up and singing early
I respond:
"I love orange, robust and headlights in the grey just before light sky
I love the lark, wren, mockingbird, Katherine and Emma
Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing;
"I love running grunions, highway reflectors, halo
Raw emotions echoing from the other side of the gorge"
Warm lazy words, white cattle under trees;
"Flies buzzing close to my ear, tepid water, meandering, patient
Smelling somewhere between wheat and decompensation"
I love words opalescent, cool, and pearly,
Bernadette’s birth stone ring, showing its colors as we stand forehead to forehead under the awnings at Glen Ridge Middle School
Marble bench at Forest Lawn or Sleepy Hollow or the Graveyard of your choice
An Alpha Phi wearing a couple grands worth of a smile, counting her strand of careful, tasteful white buds of clams and a brain as deep as a coffee filter
Like midsummer moths, and honied words like bees
Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.
Slightly crass, tasteless with a need for constant polish
Dried maple syrup on plastic plates and the slap
After the mosquito who just dined on my forearm.
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Word~love continues to course through me. Now World Poetry Day is over and we only have a few days (and poems?) until the celebration of National Poetry Month begins.
Love your words. Your words will love you right back. And perhaps, like me, you will find yourself singing with a “long gone” poetess. We poets, after all, are never truly absent. Our words always remain.
Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She teaches a teleclass/ecourse "Discover the Power of Writing & Telling Engaging, Enlightening Stories" which begins again April 12, 2012. Find details by clicking this link.
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