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When Art is Poetry

Art is poetry when the colors display fiery emotions.

Art is poetry when the artist’s imagination soars to the heavens,

Art is poetry when the images inspire and touch the soul.

The Poet’s Craft — Vishal Dutia

We grind the grit and rhyme,To weave a tale that’s prime,With words that dance and sing,And make our spirits take wing. We search for just the right phrase,To set our readers’ hearts ablaze,To paint a picture in their minds,And leave them with a sense that…

The Poet’s Craft — Vishal Dutia

I had to share this because it was so inspiring.

A Poem by Roberto Sosa

The Poor



The poor are many

and so—

impossible to forget.

No doubt,

as day breaks,

they see the buildings

where they wish

they could live with their children.


can steady the coffin

of a constellation on their shoulders.

They can wreck

the air like furious birds,

blocking out the sun.

But not knowing these gifts,

they enter and exit through mirrors of blood,

walking and dying slowly.

And so,

one cannot forget them.

from Poetry Foundation

My husband and I met Roberto Sosa when he was invited to be a resident Poet at Montclair State University several years ago. We loved hearing his stories and the way he presented his ideas about humanity and the injustices that happen in life.

When Someone Needs You

When someone needs you

you want to know it’s true

you hope that when they are no longer with you

somehow they still do.

But the truth is that

when someone needs you

you probably need them a lot more.

– Melba Christie

Song is poetry most of the time. The following song by Anne Murray is sheer poetry. Enjoy.

She sights a bird — she chuckles

She sights a bird – she chuckles –

she flattens – then she crawls –

she runs without the look of feet –

Her eyes increase to Balls –

Her jaws stir – twitching – hungry –

Her teeth can hardy stand –

She leaps, but Robin leaped the first –

Ah, pussy, of the sand,

the hopes of juicy ripening –

You almost bathed your tongue –

When bliss disclosed a hundred toes –

And fled with every one. –

—Emily Dickinson

Read a Poem Aloud

Many folks read poetry silently

mindful that they may not

fully understand

the meaning,

the purpose,

the theme,

and the fluidity of a poem.

Why do some poems deserve to be



memorized and even metamorphized

into sweet song lyrics.

I secretly hope mine are someday.

Poems are best when read aloud

I learned that late in life.

They resonate and

infuse your blood stream

with love and passion

as a prayer does.

You become mindful of every breath,

every stress, every meter,

as the words beat in your heart.

I want to hear

the rhymes

but sometimes

I rather repeat just one line

that get lost in the endlessness of time.

Read poetry aloud I say.


A Week to be Mindful and Grateful

Last year about his time, I was experiencing much doubt as to whether or not I should be grateful or not. I had just lost my son and I was in a lot of pain and also angry. The stages of grief are experienced in different ways and the emotional tsunami strikes down our belief system sometimes. Doubt and questions set the tone to feel helpless. Thirteen months have passed since my son’s transition to that very familiar but truly unknown and mysterious space people talk about. Some call it heaven. I call the space between because I want to believe he is that close to all of us. So, therefore, today I am grateful because I am in a slightly less negative place and I want to thank the people who have provided emotional support during my journey, some even among my WordPress community.

This week will be devoted to being more grateful and mindful of the many things that truly matter in this life. I collected many quotes to share with you. Some of which have been the inspiration for this post and for some poems I have written. I hope this helps those of you who have had doubts about gratefulness and who have a personal reason to believe that being mindful is a part of being grateful.

Here are some quotes to ponder:

“How can i grasp it? No, do not grasp it. Whatever remains when there is no more grasping, is the self,” – Vidyaranya, Panchadasi

“Let us not look back in anger, nor forward in fear, but around us in awareness,”

-James Thurber

“I found myself being grateful for the acorn that dropped directly on my stubborn head to let me know I am alive and that I must live it fully.” – Melba Christie

Please let me know what you think and share what you are grateful for these days.

Soul Moments

Had a talk with my soul today;

I thanked it for grounding me.

It told me not to fear;

his soul is always near.

For it is he,

who brings me back,

to those sweet memories,

that fill my eyes with happy tears.

Had a talk with my soul today;

asked it to stick around,

until all love lost is found.

Soul moments can be eternal;

even though life is short.

It reminded me,

life begins again every minute

magically and mindfully;

in the stillness of now.

A Little Boy Goes


Today I reread this poem and  I am still looking for answers. I decided to record it.  I hope you will answer the poll questions on Spotify and leave comments here. 


Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul

In man’s search for meaning

a little boy goes

hoping that someday he

will find his very own

Soon finding he is not alone.

His dream is for someday

to reach a star

not at all concerned

about how high or far

asking endless questions about

who, what and why?

He mostly wants to know

why we all must die.

In man’s search for meaning

a little boy goes

hoping that someday he

will find his very own

All he longs for is to be free

and that world peace

is our destiny.

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