3 Oct 2016
0 CommentsThe You Inside of You – the Dream Within a Dream
People are like those nested Russian dolls. You never really lose the things you were, as you get older. You just kind of add a new shell on top of them. That kid you were, that bold or shy teenager, that wild early twenty-something…that stuff is all still there. You just have to open that top layer and look deeper.
You ever have a dream within a dream? I have. Sometimes I have dreams within dreams within dreams. Sometimes you go too deep into the layers and get lost. Because those old yous aren’t the same as the current you. It’s important to know they are still there, because they make up a lot of who you currently are. But it’s equally important to remember that you are not those other yous. Those other yous are you…get it?
A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM.
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
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4 Oct 2016
0 CommentsRealizing You Are a Poet
People often tell me they cannot write poetry. They say they do not know how. They say they do not think that way…whatever “that way” is. These people are wrong. If you think you cannot write poetry, here is proof you definitely can.
Poetry Is Not What You Think It Is
Poetry isn’t one thing. There’s a dictionary definition, of course, but that doesn’t encompass all of what poetry is.
The definition of poetry is also a prime candidate for subjective or personal interpretation. For example, my definition of poetry goes something like this:
Think about that for a second. Condensed language. Well, you speak in condensed language. You speak with verifiable sounds and rhythms.
You Speak in Poetry
Language itself is a condensed way of expressing larger ideas. So, one might say:
Or something like that. With speech, you condense incredibly complex ideas into nuanced constructions that are often highly open to interpretation. You speak with poetry.
Poetry accomplishes the same things as language in general. Maybe even more so. That’s because…
Poetry is Storytelling
All language is storytelling. When people write, talk, sign, or wave, they’re telling a story. Poetry is no different. There’s a narrative, even when there isn’t.
When you tell someone you’re running to the store real quick to pick up some condoms and cigars, you’re actually telling a story using poetic language. Because you ARE a poet. We all are. Or maybe we’re all poems. Who knows.
When did you realize you were a poet? If you never realized it before. I hope this helps you to reach that conclusion. Write something, poet.
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