Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance. — Carl Sandburg There are poets because pain and joy are intangible but real, manifestations that can sometimes sound like mud or feel like purple. —C.L. Fisher, March 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and mayContinue reading “Poets”
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Puddle
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.” — Robert Frost A poem hoovers somewhere above me, just out of reach, I know there is something I need to free, some image to get out, but just now I am preoccupied with a pain in myContinue reading “Puddle”
Lesser
I’d like to spend a week under my favorite tree with a book of poetry and a a sketchpad — I’d begin with the leaves, use my pencil to mimic veins that run the length of the spine stretching to the outlines from the stem to tip, shade one side in contrast to the edgeContinue reading “Lesser”
Alpha-Breath
The Lord merely spoke, and the heavens were created. He breathed the word, and all the stars were born. —Psalm 33:6, NLT Poetry has always ever-been since in the beginning breathed the Alpha-Breath. —C.L. Fisher, December 2020 Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and may notContinue reading “Alpha-Breath”
Finding Poetry
I find it in the spilling autumn leaves, the harvesting of apples, the ladybug clinging to clover, the lavender dawning on a new horizon, the fire of one lone star sparking through a cloudy dusk — the moment my heart knew beauty was created by God, at that instance, I knew poetry. —C.L. Fisher, October 2020 Unless otherwise indicated, allContinue reading “Finding Poetry”
Adorned
My husband bought me this lovely robe for Christmas; he knows me so well; it could be behind glass as a Monet painting or exhibited with artisan fabrics at a museum; it is wearable poetry. It is gently textured like a canvas and has this perfect sheen in the piping, a bright reminder of new spring, Continue reading “Adorned”
A Curated Life
I want to choose well, consider how I spend moments the way one might select museum exhibits. I don’t need much stuff — a few books (literature & poetry)— I really crave words, to read, to write, to chew on their meaning. I like boots; well, maybe that is too small a word, for I’dContinue reading “A Curated Life”
Life
Fragmented speeches, flashes of faces; bits and pieces, scattered traces; pauses to consider a slant of light, the bend of limbs in a leafless tree, a morning song of a lonely thrush, the final brilliance of a setting sun — all forms of poetry— sighs, stutters, whisperings; running breathlessly, rest and rapid spurts, laughter, tears,Continue reading “Life”
