Today is World Poetry Day and I think that’s a great thing. I used to think that poetry was just for snobs. 😝It was only after I was left, that I found comfort in the simple uniqueness of it. Up until that point, there was a year in college where I was certain poetry would be my profession. I loved writing it, reading it, and telling others to read it too.
That phase ended quickly, when people seemed incredibly annoyed at me. It was then the social stigma of poetry became apparent. Somehow, it had gotten a reputation as something only discussed over expensive Merlots at wine tastings. Truth be told, I got to feeling that way also.
“In the grand scheme of my busy, busy, life, surely there was no time for such frivolity. Take time to read poems instead of Facebook? Feh!”
Then, I was left. I had to sell my house 🏡 and I decided to go through everything in it. That included every book. And you have probably already figured out what happened next. I stumbled upon a book from my college years. That Poetry Year, to be precise. And there, within its pages, was a poem that had spoken to me so deeply all those years ago. The page was marked and finger-worn from all the times I had sought out its words. A warm feeling washed over me. Yes, they still held their magic. As the words passed through my eyes, they went straight to my soul. My sore, sad soul, which had been so battered by a betrayal I never could have envisioned when I was a young, strident college student.
The poem is simply called, “The Rain,” ☔️ and it was written by the late poet Robert Creeley. And since we all live in such a busy, poetry-free world, I will only quote a few stanzas here. (If you enjoy them, please seek out his work.)
Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out
of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
with a decent happiness.
We all go through major life transitions when relationships end… Through this website, I will share my thoughts as I walk the path of “New-Self” discovery. It doesn’t matter which side of 50 you are on. The real question is, Are you ready to live life? To forge a Path of Your Own Making (For a change!)? Then stop dwelling over the What-Might-Have-Beens and join me. Share your thoughts here, comment on mine, and let’s do this together!