What drives this knowing?
Poets are people who walk
through life with small flaws
in cracked armor, allowing
life to blossom beneath skin.
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Susan Daniels Poetry 
yes.
perfect.
Thanks, Miriam!
makes me think of Loenard Cohen’s ‘Anthem’! wonderful!
I LOVE LC. Biggest compliment you could give me…like 110 virtual yellow roses.
Nicely stated but my flaws are not small 🙂
Hee, hee. Neither are mine, but the armor’s chinks are tiny.
I will catch up soon, Susan … have had assignments and lots of visiting to do over past few days so have fallen behind … boo-hoo ;(
I will catch up, I will catch up, I will catch up, I will catch up, I will catch up, I will catch up … heh-heh 🙂
You will. Life does that to us sometimes!
What a wonderful poem you have blossomed!
Stephen, tanka you 😉
Oh no really tanka you!
This could get silly very fast. Or did we cross that line already?
Oh, we totally crossed it! I was waiting for someone with an appreciation (or passion) for puns to comment on this one–just couldn’t help it!
Puns are a daily requirement for healthy living. A day without puns is like a day without word play!
Exactly.
Yes, Susan. It feels like there are cracks in the armor of living. Others seem to wear impenetrable shields. But being cracked means the light can get in. Thanks. Alice
Yes! This idea sprang from a comment convo I was having with Shrinksaren’tcheap–where I said it is because we let the world under our skin we have to write (or in the case of other artists, create something) in response to it. I don’t know what the alternative to that letting-out would be for people who are not creative, but there has to be something. Hmmm. Now I am thinking of that old-fashioned cure of bleeding, or leeches. Poem idea? Perhaps.
This is one of the reasons I write “it is because we let the world under our skin we have to write in response to it.” As I let the world more under my skin there is more to write.
Tanks for this – my armoury has many chinks and splits right now, need more than superglue to mend…. but then again do I want it mended? x
Nope–let that light in.
ah answer me Sus is you will, why do you feel that the majority of us who write poetry lean towards the melancholy, is there more rawness and offering in our grief or macabre than our happiness and light?
*if obviously not is 😦
Hmmmm. I do not think we are more melancholy than anyone else, really. We just vent it. Comparatively speaking, I have no other life but the one I am in to use to draw from, and I don’t think it is all dark. just right now, while I am angry. Does that make sense? I think more of my work speaks to joy than pain, but that’s a subjective thing.
Thanks Sus, I guess you are right in that we vent it more. There just seems to me ( and you are right SO subjective) that most poetry I read leans towards the dark (which is not a bad thing as I enjoy that side of my muse)
I was curious for your response – so thank you 🙂 xx
Glad to–I love chatting with you, Jen!
how kind and sweet are you, I have to learn somehow and the teacher is to be admired 🙂 x
😉 listening to “Anthem” now, had to!
my ignorance Anthem?
The Leonard Cohen song some people said it reminded them of a little.
oh oops mybad – enjoy 🙂
🙂
Oh, yesss Cohen is shining forth!
Thanks so much!
Perhaps poets are those who notice the small cracks in their armour, where the rest of us are oblivious.
Good point, Nelle. You notice yours, though. But, you are a poet who writes across the page and not down it.
Har, you are too kind. I wouldn’t have the first clue. When it comes to art, my stick figure cat looks like a two-dimensional assemblage of water sausages, and I fear any poetry I attempted would achieve a similar result.
🙂 you already write it in your prose. It is in the music of your words, your careful attention to the language.