I was at Lakewood Renaissance Faire last weekend when I met, by chance, with a wandering poet.
He would ask you what was your passion; what made your heart sing. Once spoken, he would match your heart to one of the poems he has written. He would recite this poem of you from memory, and give you a small written copy of it as a remembrance.
This was a lovely experience, a very vibrant and alive way to be part of poetry;
And, having asked his permission, I’d like to share it with you.
Poetry’s PurposeThere’s more to poetry than mere words, no matter how well read, or well written. There’s more than metaphor, simile, alliteration, imagery; more than verse and meter; than rhyme and time. Poetry posses a deeper soul than any that can be seen upon the surface; And it’s this deeper soul that makes us whole, which, for me, is poetry’s purpose. Here, (beating heart) there is no compeitition, just community. After all, we’ve got poetic license, and impunity. So let each poet be their best, and play their role, with all their heart to make us whole. copyright 2009 Edmund Charles Baranowski
If you liked this, and would like to see more, I’d like to invite you to visit him on www.awanderingpoet.com