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Weaving the Hours - Random Acts of Poety
Marcus here. Last week on a whim, we posted some Random Acts of Poetry. Suddenly, it seems the network poets came out of the wood work!
Next week, I’ll show more restraint, but for now I’m going to let the links fly like a blast from a Texas shotgun. Yeehaw!
To start, I want to thank those of you who commented on the first post Merrie Destefano of Alien-Dreams, Lorrie of Grow Up Deep, Erica Hale of These Three Remain (thanks for the response post this morning, Erica), nAncY of the The Blog of Nancy, and of course L. L. Barkat of Seedlings In Stone whose poem we featured.
A special thanks to Laure of Weaving the Hours. As I understand it, she actually joined the network because of Random Acts of Poetry. Yay!
I noticed more people writing poetry this week too. Which may mean only that I was looking for it. nAncY posted some new ones, but I’m going to recommend What Would Happen from several weeks back. Great imagery! Merrie Destefano posted a suprising (and sensual) poem at Alien-Dreams called The Other Side about the intimacy of sharing her writing with someone. Yvette Massey posted a concrete poem at Journey Through His Garden. And my own dad came out of blog retirement to post The Last Day, something he wrote at Laity Lodge. Love you, Dad. Steve McCoy of Reformissionary, one of my favorites in the network, posted lots of links about poetry as well as an update about how his wife is doing.
If you aren’t praying for Steve McCoy and his wife, please do so. She’s been very sick for awhile.
Which brings me to this Friday’s Random Act of Poetry from Laure of Weaving the Hours. Because anyone who joins the network over poetry deserves to get featured. Her poem from yesterday on the 9 o’clock hour was quite moving.
this is why i love the morning ...
it comes
inevitable as joy
which night cannot endure
for weeping.
it comes
necessary as, "but,"
when suffering makes me forgetful.
As a bonus, here is an animated poem from Billy Collins. A lot of people ask me how to write better poetry. I don’t know why they expect me to know the answer to this because I’m really just a hack poet myself. I like to play around with words, but that’s about it. I do know that I started becoming better when I began reading good poetry. What a concept right? Billy Collins is a good start. His Poetry 180 will keep you occupied in good verse for awhile, starting with Billy Collins own Introduction to Poetry. Also, I really enjoyed his book Questions About Angels and the animated videos of Billy Collins poetry, like this one called Some Days. For me, this poem is a good reminder not to think of myself as a little god, though I think God gives me more creative power than a plastic doll. Watch the poem, and you’ll understand what I mean.
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