Poetry is something that came easily for me. In struggling to articulate the many emotions experienced, I found poetry worked best to put words to feelings. It is how I work through and rationalize life experiences and their affect on me.
Greats like Walt Whitman, Henry Thoreau, and Maya Angelou wrote poetry describing life, love, and sadness. And not in generic ways, but each with their own specific tone. You heard their voices when reading their poetry. In a precisely placed comma, apostrophe, or flow in sentence structure they told of their impression of life.
As in a good book, poetry can evoke nostalgia, bring one to tears, or express joy. But more importantly, it allows one to step into another’s shoes as he relates to a life experience. Below I give an example of something that affected me today. Let me know your thoughts on the subject or similar experiences.
A mother’s joy fulfilled
In a contented sleeping child.
Nursed well to satiation
Feeling safe and loved.
A mother’s love experienced
In the food she makes with care
Exactly how you like it
Because she made it just for you.
A mother’s heart overflows
seeing her child’s face full of pride
at achieving what he thought impossible
Learning to have faith in the unknown.