It came externally, amorphous and hard
Tasteless in origin, without tale or icebergs.
And you compared it to internal one,
so plume look alike.
Navigating system, hanged in an empty space,
perfectly matching much future, more of tomorrow.
reminding me what pure joy is.
This research started several months ago, and I use this opportunity to once more express my gratitude to all poets who kindly took their time to participate and answer the questionnaire. Unfortunately, the number of participants wasn’t sufficient for deriving credible results so at the end we needed to go with different focus group. I was really looking forward to examining results, but as it comes with any research in social setting, the outcome can go either way.
I hope you enjoyed these beautiful poems, inspired by sky and that they gave you additional ideas for your own writing.
When I feel lost I look to the sky.
She never left,
Each turn I took,
Always watching over me.
Safety – g.m.c.
Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind (an excerpt)
On seeing the stormy sky
The poet thinks “man must die”.
He sees the young girl bloom
And says “she is destined for the tomb”.
Oh let us gather wild flowers
And not waste our powers
Trapped in ivory towers.
Beware the scholar’s domed head
For we are soon dead.
May our spirit fly
Ere we die
And are lost in endless sky”.
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Clear Blue Jar
Laying here looking above.
Staring toward the sky.
Why is our sky blue.
How do we perceive hue’s
And why say “feeling blue”,
When it’s not true.
The blue I see,
Is no-one’s fool.
So why fool with me.
For more, visit his blog here.
As part of mentioned research, here will be featured poets who agreed to participate.
This poem is an excerpt from Even those some Flowers only bloom at Night:
“and i know my light
is dull compared to yours
you are a flower
you are a sunrise
you are both delicate and powerful
the source of your own strength
and i wanted you to know that
because it seemed important
and your light allows me to reflect
and turn my own light back onto the earth
and i can’t make flowers grow
(even though some flowers only bloom at night)
(i don’t know why that is, do you?)
but i can make sure that you know
we may be a sky apart
but sometimes, you know, during the afternoon
you’ll see them both in the sky”
Charlotte Amelia Poe
For more, visit her blog here.
As I mentioned in one of my earlier posts, I got an opportunity to take part in research ‘Living with a sky’ in front of St Trinity, University of Wales, where essentially we explore how contemporary humans relate to sky. I thought it was a great idea to perform part of research among poets, as the sky, cosmos, moon..have always been a source of inspiration to artists and writers. With some of you I already had a personal contact/information, but I thought of doing this as a separate post, if it needs some additional clarification. Additionally to that, this is also a perfect way for me to get back on track with businessinrhyme and wordpress.
So what is your connection to the sky? If you would like to participate in this research below are the questions. It would take you only few minutes to answer and confidentially of your data is guaranteed.
As a token of my gratitude your poetry will be featured on my blog and as well as a part of research itself 🙂 You can email me the answers email@example.com, or answer in the form that suits you.
This post will be reposted occasionally as long as collecting data lasts.
Thank you in advance, Maja
- What year you were born?
- Country of origin
- How long have you been writing poetry?
- How long have you been publicly sharing your poetry (via wordpress and other media)?
- Have you been traditionally published author?
- What sky represents to you?
- What inspires you to write about the sky/cosmos, sun, stars or moon?
- Do you have a favorite poem that reflects on nature of the sky?
- Share excerpt of your poetry where sky/elements of sky are mentioned.
or rather poetry of belief?
Many new questions and perspectives are swirling in my head as I’m starting my research. It’s interesting to note how our writing, especially that intimate and most delicate as poetry is, reveals so much about us – parts of us that we are mostly not aware of at all.
When I ask myself ‘What do I believe’, my rational and scientific side has one answer. Hence, is poet someone who only seeks the truth or is he also a co-creative energy, someone who in the here and now as an expression of consciousness forms new identities, never permanent, forever changeable?
Do we need to believe in only factual things, or is it unseen, being perceptible enough to be accepted? Poetry is a wonderful medium for exploring such concepts, don’t you think?
How belief is reflected in your poetry and writing?
Let bring conversation back 🙂