Art: Finding Winter
Judith Clay
Ars Poetica
When I tumble into the world of poetry,
I lose myself in a dance of words,
play syllabic arpeggios with the wind
and smother wild flowers in color.
That is when I live again, a child,
weaving wonder from daisies.
I touch angel wings, taste oceans,
and listen to the silence of the moon.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night where I first learned of the wonderful artist, Judith Clay. Pay her a visit and then stop by the poetry pub to share the art of poetry and good friends.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 
Ah, “listen to the silence of the moon.” I could live there forever… 🙂
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Victoria, as a poem should be, quite uplifting in its message. Thank you.
Pamela
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Victoria there’s a beautiful dance in the poem, a bee flight! Gorgeous !
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Lovely! I love “weaving wonder from daises” Cheers!
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I always feel better, happier if i’ve written a poem. You describe the experience beautifully.
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“this is when I live again”… oh, what a lovely description of the poetic writing experience!
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beauty incased in your words, released to dance and make us smile..beautiful Victoria
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“I lose myself in a dance of words,
play syllabic arpeggios with the wind”
wow, great work, this was beautiful 🙂
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“Ars Poetica”, a fine example of pure poetry. Read it 3 times to feel…
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Hi Victoria,
Your words did bring back to me visions of William Wordsworth ‘wandering lonely as a cloud’.
“That is when I live again, a child,
weaving wonder from daisies.”
How could we discover our own triggers which would allow us to revert back to our childhoods when we feel so?
Shakti
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beautiful in its brevity..aptly expressed how poetry enmeshes us in wonder, the questioning, the awe, the imagining & experiencing of life more fully
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I like the beat of your words
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Thanks for your comment on my blog – so nice to hear from someone who understands about soul-dogs. I still tear up easily too……….some connections in this lifetime are incredible. We were so lucky to have them in our lives. But missing them is hard.
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like the way you weave your words..lovely poem
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…the silence & sincerity & purity is what makes a poem beyond just a poem…. i loved this… i can smile wide with sheer honesty… smiles…
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Thanks for mentioning Pup in your comment, kiddo. Two and a half years, and I still miss him like freaking crazy!!!!!!!!!!! He was the dog of a lifetime!
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“taste oceans, and listen to the silence of the moon….” absolutely glorious writing! Sigh. I am enraptured.
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Beautiful imagery expresses your deep passion for poetry.
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it is amazing to know your passion and get lost in it, yes… beautiful write…
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A beautiful picture of OpenLinkNight.
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To me poetry is literally life…
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To be a childlike again… Spot on Victoria! Lovely short, sweet and uplifting work – thank you… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
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A child again… Wonderful and spot on Victoria… Short, sweet and uplifting – thank you… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
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Poetry is a dance of words and stirs in us a joyful feeling. Lovely write, Victoria.
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Just beautiful, Victoria….and it’s true, there’s so much to be gained from losing oneself in poetry 🙂
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Beautiful writing.
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Just so beautiful Victoria!
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Love it… this is just great… Now I know why I write poetry.. and listening to the silence of the moon…
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lovely, playful… and yes, that is poetry – love syllabic arpeggios
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As Brian said, you “engage with the words”, and this interaction, metamorphosis, makes each of us giddy, proud, even sometimes profane, as the words often demonstrate new dance steps, and take us on new adventures over vistas undiscovered.
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Victoria this was really a well ‘woven’ poem. I particularly liked,”play syllabic arpeggios with the wind
and smother wild flowers in color.”
Thanks. >KB
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So true, Victoria. Writing poetry has the power to not merely reflect our thought, to but form and change our thought. It is a world that we can come back to time and time again.~ peace, Jason
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I like your poem Victoria, especially the two opening lines!
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love the carefree mood in this victoria…weaving wonder from daisies… oh that is wonderful – brought me back to childhood and goes so well with judith’s pic as well…love the dreamy feel..
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Super pretty poem, Victoria – listening and dancing is what it’s all about. (Well, maybe throw in some talking and eating! Ha.) A very sweet playful piece. k.
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My, Victoria! This is absolutely masterfullllllllllllll ! A poet’s poem, so alive…. Your description of how poetry takes us back to childhood is so powerful… I had forgotten how dandelions were once so magical and full of wonder…. Only a child could know that……. Just beautiful….
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Such a delightful poem, it could have been designed to cheer me up!
V
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Lovely taste of childhood and “syllabic arpeggios” makes for a great sound bite.
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This is beautiful, Victoria. This poem really resonates with me. I too oftentimes feel like a ‘child weaving wonder from daisies’ as I escape into a poetry – writing world.
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smiles…there is def a touch of childlike fun and playfulness that happens when you engage the words, as if everything is possible again….smiles.
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