The Lightest Touch
Good poetry begins with the lightest touch, a breeze arriving from nowhere...
The Lightest Touch
Good poetry begins with the lightest touch, a breeze arriving from nowhere, a whispered healing arrival, a word in your ear, a settling into things, then, like a hand in the dark, it arrests the whole body, steeling you for revelation. In the silence that follows a great line, you can feel Lazarus, deep inside even the laziest, most deathly afraid part of you, lift up his hands and walk toward the light. -from Everything is Waiting for You
Oh this is very beautiful! Thank you for this. I love that you say even the laziest, deathly afraid part. I have been thinking about fear and sloth much recently and how deeply imbedded and hidden they can be. It is wonderful to read this poem and feel a sort of humming deep within stirring even the very dense landscapes. Thank you thank you. ☀️
It’s never forced. It always comes easy and unexpected. It's true with visual art as well. There's a serendipitous falling into something you don't see coming, but the results are pure and magical.