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.
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.”
There is something striking about the last leaf or last berry on a tree.
It screams out loneliness
It represents survival
This berry is just hanging in
giving color to the branch.
it’s distinctive tenacity is evident
how I wish I had
that kind of cling to power
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.
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.
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.
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.
Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads,
Great, hollow, bell-like flowers,
Rumbling in the wind,
Stretching clappers to strike our ears . . [.]
Bitten by the sun
Dripping rain like golden honey—
And the sweet earth flying from the thunder.