Poets are truth tellers and careful observers of life. Poetry helps us stop and take notice of important things that, in the haste and waste of our daily schedules, we tend to gloss over.
The word stanza means "room" in Italian. A gifted poet will skilfully usher you into his or her world as if leading you into a beautiful room and whispering a profound secret into your ear.
I'd like to share a stanza or two of poetry with you. I hope you enjoy it! This is from my poem titled "The Weight of Language (Ode to My Hometown)":
words are,
solid, intentional,
kinetic as the swollen river in spring,
the revolving planets of our bodies,
the eustachian shells of the conches,
the seeds burrowing down to bury their secrets
in pocketbooks of black soil,
the haunt of a lullaby i haven’t heard for thirty years:
sleep, little two eyes
sleep, little daughter.
The next stanza is from a poem titled "The Shortest Distance":
Let x = y, z, the imaginary i,
glyphs of an alphabet I’ve not yet created.
Let x, y, and z = three strands plaited
like a crown of thorns, set on a sinless shelf.
We’re tangent to God at one—
and only one—point.
One of my writing goals for this year is to have a poetry manuscript published. So far, I've written five collections but have not yet sought publication. The titles are, beginning with the most recent:
-Pause & Effect
-How the Light Gets In
-Wrestling the Angel
-Eclipse
-All These Stones
NOTE: If you have poems or info on poetry that you'd like to share, please post them here. I would love to start a local or online critique group for poets, so please let me know if you're interested. Thank you!
All poems copyrighted © Marla Alupoaicei 2007. Reproduction or use without permission is prohibited.
