The Role of a Poet


Thinking of a few beloved poets: Emily Dickinson, Gwendolyn Brooks, Yeats, Poe, Christina Rossetti I continue to focus on the Role of the Poet and how I play that role.

Melba Christie at Poemattic

I often ask myself what is the role or job of the poet? Each time the response depends on what is happening in the world and in my personal life. I ask other poets the same question. Sometimes I wish I could ask my favorite poets, especially those who became well-known after they passed. I could imagine their reaction when they learn in their after life that people finally get and appreciate the poems they wrote.

As I pondered the question I went back to my collection of poetry books and looked for some insights.  Inspired by poet’s biographies and other readings, I wrote a poem that hopefully answers the question. I mean if you have ever asked yourself what is the role of the poet.

The Role of the Poet

I believe the world needs a poet more today

It needed one yesterday as well

because a poet is…

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The Death of a Poet


 

Today we mourn the passing of Keith Roach. Rest in Peace!

“We bid farewell to Keith Roach – poet, slammaster, mentor and teacher – who presided over our poetry slams and open mics for years. Keith inspired a generation of poets, and played a significant role in the advancement of slam poetry, as an art form and a movement. He will be greatly missed.”

Nuyorican Poets Cafe

Who mourns the death

of a poet?

Another poet does.

Although the poems remain

and the rhymes

access time

and resonate in the brain

The void left is great

A teacher, a mentor to many

The great noesis (1)

Powerful verbs and thoughts

to inspire the young poet

the slamming of  ideas into

the heart and soul

Cannot

and will not be forgotten.

Who mourns the death

of a poet?

(1)  noesis, a rare noun that turns up in the field of philosophy and refers to the action of perceiving or thinking

 

First Stanzas


First stanzas in poetry hook me

every time

words magically gather

to engage my soul

to make me feel whole.

Herein is one favorite

first stanza

by the Bard of Avon

I quote him proudly

from his sonnet 73

“That time of year thou mayst in me behold

when yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.”

I feel myself age each day

there is still so much I need to say

I want to sing

among the fall’s orange leaves

I want to play

my piano in fortissimo

let the sound resonate

and get the message out

Let the craziness stop

Let there be peace.

Orange Leaf Tree

 

 

Purple Universe


My granddaughter loves the color pink

she says purple in such a cute way

for an almost three year old

she knows her colors very well

and enjoys sitting with me

to paint

circles and swirls

which she describes

as suns and the world.

What innocence and love

absolutely a gift from above.

 

I want a purple universe for her

and I hope she (every once in a while)

bumps into some pink too.

 

When I think of today’s world

the cruelty and violence

bigotry and indifference

bullying and hateful behaviors.

I fear for the future of our children

 

I hope the universe is purple one day

with a little bit of pink.

and full of mindful love.

 

Oneness


Thinking about how so many people do not get how we are all affected and connected when bad and good things happen.

Melba Christie at Poemattic

Oneness

when I think of oneness

my mind conjures up

all sorts of images and words to describe  it

like:

only one,

not two,

only you,

unique,

individual,

just me,

just you,

one spirit,

the universe,

the whole,

but also a  part of the whole,

all of us somehow connected.

Original,

one being,

or even not being,

only one life,

only one death.

all things derived from one

1  x 1 equals one

all that is equivalent to one

my spirit

my soul,

my heart,

a single seed,

are all a part of my oneness.

Therefore

we must all be

a part of the oneness.

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Devastation


Puerto Rico, the Virgin Islands and Mexico are under siege after the destruction that has devastated entire cities and towns. My heart aches.  I try to Raise the Vibe but it gets harder each time I hear the sad consequences of these numerous storms and earthquakes. Please help me Raise the Vibe for these people. I feel helpless and incompetent. They need engineers, rescue experts, doctors, paramedics and over all water and food. Since this tragedy all I do is doodle and write. Please help me Raise the Vibe. Go to the website for Raise the Vibe or connect through Facebook and post something inspirational.

In the meantime, here is what I worked on today as I thought about some family members I have yet to hear from.  This gif represents to me the chaos caused by these natural disasters.

My faith is deep

but slowly

it slips away

along with the hopes

of some people

hit by disaster

 

I ask myself why

so much devastation

it seems catastrophe comes

back to back

the forces greater each time

Nature fighting back

like a defeated heavy weight boxer

comes back sometimes to knock out opponents

with great fury and resolve

Are we the enemy?

Listen!

I guess we need to pay more attention.

Why?

Because we need to survive.

 

Thank you!! 700 Strong!


Thank you to my faithful followers. Poemattic reached a milestone a few minutes ago with 700 followers. I cannot thank you enough for your readership. I follow many of you and I learn from you everyday.

What I share here at Poemattic is my heart. I try to give it my all. Your comments are always so inspiring and help me to more forward in many ways.

 

If Trees Could Talk


If trees could talk

These two trees would be

telling you

they are happy to have

survived the two hurricanes

that devastated Texas, the Caribbean and Florida

They would tell you they represent hope.

 

Please give to the telethon Hand In Hand being televised right now. Oprah Winfrey and many other artists and performers are taking part in the magnanimous event. Give what you can. The one-hour Hand in Hand: A Benefit for Hurricane Relief telethon airs live from Los Angeles, New York and Nashville Tuesday night (Sept. 12) at 8 p.m ET with a 8 p.m PT rebroadcast on the West Coast via ABC, NBC, CBS, Fox, CMT and more.

Gratitude


The above drawing is what gratitude represents to me. Today more than any other day I am truly grateful. My son and his family, other family members and friends are safe and sound from the destruction left behind by Hurricane Irma.
My deepest condolences to the families of those who lost their lives during this monster storm. I hope you are able to recover from your material losses.  I pray you can rebuild your homes. Keep the faith. This too shall pass.

 

My gratitude is a never ending cycle of love.

My gratitude sounds like cellos and arias as only Luciano could sing them.

My gratitude can fill the largest stadium with roses.

My gratitude stretches across the universe.

My gratitude is as great as all the stars shining bright at night.

My gratitude cannot be photographed, painted, sculpted, written, expressed in any way. It is unique.

My gratitude speaks all languages.

My gratitude transcends all faiths and ways of worship.

My gratitude is explicit and implicit.

My gratitude is full of love.

 

About Storms


 

 

Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads,
Great, hollow, bell-like flowers,
Rumbling in the wind,
Stretching clappers to strike our ears . . [.]
Full-lipped flowers
Bitten by the sun
Bleeding rain
Dripping rain like golden honey—
And the sweet earth flying from the thunder.

-Jean Toomer