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Yetzirah

Out Of The Closet
Fri Jul 30 2004



Oh, I'm tired of being in the closet. I'm coming out. Yes, it's true. Everything you have heard. It's all the absolute truth.

I admit it.

I started out as a poet.

It's all I could write for years and years and years. Too bad I didn't live in Emily's time. Poetry got more respect. When did it become something that one apologizes for?

"Yes, I write poetry. So sorry."





A Beam of Light


A beam of light, a shade of blue.
The shadows at dusk, the memory of a fragrance.
The stroke of a brush, the turn of a phrase.
The breath of a song, the line of the horizon.
Each of these can be our teacher.

A truth can be revealed by a discarded paper cup.
There are no limitations to moments of awe.
They are not confined to mountain heights
Where only the strong and idle may roam.
They live among the common things of life.

A crust of bread, a fallen leaf.
A breeze that touches our hair.
Water running over our hands.
A passing word from a stranger.
All things at hand, all things within reach.
Every moment of every day
Can become the gates to Wonder.



10 Comments
  • From:
    Causingchaos (Legacy)
    On:
    Thu Jul 29 2004
    OH godddddd. NOooooooooooo. Not at poet. I will pray for your soul nightly. Just kidding. Congrats on coming out of the closet for the less wordy.
  • From:
    InStitches (Legacy)
    On:
    Thu Jul 29 2004
    And a very nice poet you are too. I like it.

    I too have been known to write poems, but mine are often silly and always rhyme. In recent years I have followed in my grandmother's tradition of writing birthday poems. Should I get bold and post one?
  • From:
    Monstergue (Legacy)
    On:
    Thu Jul 29 2004
    Hey, some of my favorite people are poets, Robert Frost being my fav.

    RYC: Yes, helmets, spears, catapults, and breast plates. I AM BUNNY, HEAR ME (ummmm, what noise do bunnies make?)MAKE BUNNY NOISES!!
  • From:
    CaraSusanetta (Legacy)
    On:
    Thu Jul 29 2004
    By this verse my 6th sense divines you will like the movie "In America". Have you seen it? Weird fact, but true: one of the cast members in "my" movie was in that, playing an immigration officer. Way cool! He's really nice too.
  • From:
    Pragmatist (Legacy)
    On:
    Thu Jul 29 2004
    Shame on you for apologizing for something so beautiful!

    Poetry is a lost art. Like manners.

    Shalom
  • From:
    Ichandra (Legacy)
    On:
    Fri Jul 30 2004
    mon amie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!it is rare that i use punctuation i hope you like it beautiful poem welcome to the poet lightchasers club that is you and i and sezrah sezrah doesnt know about this yet we will have to inform her
    except yetzirah you have been out of the closet for as long as i have known you here at dd i think it is only been 4 months or so
    you are a beautiful writer and your writing is always charged with poetical vision you always were a charming poet in my eyes now you are just lining things up as one
    wishing you a beautiful day and many fragrant shades of blue plagiarism already
    a la prochaine mon petit gateau
  • From:
    Allimom (Legacy)
    On:
    Fri Jul 30 2004
    If I had my way, I would have Pergo flooring throughout at least the downstairs, if not the whole house. However, it is an additional $10K for just the downstairs, $20K for both up and down on top of the price of the house. That, and Hubby likes/wants/requires/demands rugs as he likes to go barefoot and doesn't like walking on uncarpeted floors. The types of area rugs he would agree to if we did have non-carpeted floors cost a fortune, so that is out too.

    I'm with you though, with kids and a dog I would much prefer non-carpeted floors.
    Alli
  • From:
    Bookworm (Legacy)
    On:
    Fri Jul 30 2004
    Well, not bad at all. ;-)
  • From:
    Sezrah (Legacy)
    On:
    Fri Jul 30 2004
    ahhh, this is wonderful yetzirah. thankyou, i appreciated this today

    sez
  • From:
    Bogomils (Legacy)
    On:
    Sun Aug 01 2004
    Writing poetry is like flushing out those random thoughts and emotions from the brain. I see it as extremely therapeutic. On occasion I feel the impulse to write poetry and place it in my diary. Hell, who cares if anyone can or can not understand my riddles, they are mine and I am keeping them safe to remind me that I like to play the part of the Sphinx. It is my toy and I will share if I want. LOL

    Your poem is incredible. I absolutely love it. Sounds like something from a Hallmark Card. This is a classic.

    Love and Light