Poetry

If I'm able I'm able to be moved by the words in a poem, then I pass it off as good. Words can create understanding or inspire, I think at its core a poem should achieve one of these. Some may create a revelation on a topic that before was not understood. Or one may simply elicit a feeling of joy through a smile after finishing reading. Perhaps understanding and emotion fall in the same category of empathy. But that's such a broad subject which has a vast range of how to quantify it. Landing along that spectrum should justify that your poem has been successful. Symbolism was a challenge to connect emotion to tangible images. It was difficult to take such an abstract notion and solidify it so it could be understood. Once I chose imagery, crafting a connection of actions along with it was the next hurdle. I guess relatability was overthought and I was under the impression it was more complicated than it truly was. I think simplicity would allow an eas starting point to

Weathered flesh, tears turned frost Alone in the mercy of winter's wrath An icy cavern in which I dug Sorrow lined walls bear my craft You hold the coat, my only hope Yet this wall I built divides us Blinded by grief I had not seen Alone I'm left waiting for your outstretched hand Trembling words halted by walls Please clothe me for I did not wish to fall

Without meaning the world would be without poetry and art. Take these away, we take away ourselves. “We're all stories, in the end.” –Steven Moffat Our perspectives drive our imagination, inspiring us to share our voice. With every story another story lies beneath it. A journey carrying us into our imagination, compelling us to share. Whether or not we decide to address it directly–this journey guides us. Everyone has a story. A journey reaching an emotion they wish to release. Poetry and Art embody this in its most vibrant form. Creating a piece that may live on past its own creator. Sometimes hidden and shrouded in mystery. The voice might never surface, but it's credit is due. When we decide to search for meaning, we accept what is unknown. We teach ourselves empathy and push for understanding. Both the creatives and audience are rewarded. Sharing and learning we grow together. Both striving to understand themselves and those around them.  Poetry and Art hold mem

This will be my first step into Poetry. Always a spectator–it is time to try my hand. I have always been immersed within creativity. Growing up playing music opened the door to fine art, leading me towards design as my destination. Along the way I dabbled in literature and writing, yet never crafted anything from my interest. Merely harvesting eloquent words and sentences to express the concepts in which my works held. I overlooked this process and never saw the power the words themselves held. I use to write as a release. Late nights and endless thoughts led way to drifting words. Letting go of these thoughts freed me. Perhaps self satisfying for a mere night's sleep, I let this habit drift away. It had joined the dusted ranks of fine art in my mind. A sense of self-satisfying intent pushed me away from the pencil and canvas. Diving into thesis brought the realization of the experiences and words that have shaped me. Reminiscing the words which paralyzed me in my you