In Search of Expression
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Gustave Courbet, 1841
Portrait of Juliette Courbet as a Sleeping Child
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost
Dreams flit around the periphery of consciousness
finding their home
in pockets of reverie
before sleep leaves the sleeper
and in those fragile moments in which sleeper remains so bound
emotion fingers the soft tendrils of thought
its search for expression
a lingering bit of fog
in which we find our best, and most deep
sense of ourselves on paper.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014
Thank you to those who thrive in the Garden
emotion fingers the soft tendrils of thought . . . love that.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kathryn!
Deletemost deep sense of ourselves on paper...yep. smiles.
ReplyDeletethat second stanza is beautiful audrey...
Hey Brian--Thank you and smiles to you as well
DeleteFrost is wonderfully carried forward...beautifully captivated that precious moment of creation...
ReplyDeleteThank you Sumana!
DeleteIt's been a long time since I wrote on paper... ~
ReplyDeleteI am writing less often on paper myself--
DeleteI love that quote - it says so much about the well-spring of poetry. You have created a very fitting portrait of the poet dreaming up poems in her sleep.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kerry!
Deleteglad to know your definition of poetry.
ReplyDeleteI love the gentle vibe of your poem ... very nice.
ReplyDeleteExquisite....I don't see my other comment...???? Well, I said, as always, that you are gifted.
ReplyDeleteThis is stunning.
ReplyDeleteThis is so very lovely ... truth wrapped in the beauty of your words.
ReplyDeleteabsolutely love this! the parallel between sleeping and finding yourself on paper. oftentimes it feels as if writing poetry is dreaming while being awake.
ReplyDeletestacy lynn mar
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The way you go from dreams to paper... yes that's poetry.. great defintion
ReplyDeleteI love that quote too ~ I specially like this part of the muse ~
ReplyDeleteits search for expression
a lingering bit of fog
I can relate to that experience. And you have conveyed it so beautifully. :)
ReplyDeleteI relate so well to this, especially:
ReplyDelete"most deep
sense of ourselves on paper."
the tendrils of thought and lingering bits of fog--a wonderful way to put all this--thanks, Audrey. k.
ReplyDeleteThis piece is as lovely and as exquisite as “those fragile moments”. The line: “emotion fingers the soft tendrils of thought” – perfect (particularly when pinned against the title).
ReplyDeleteYes...Audrey, so true. Lovely...
ReplyDeleteSo fitting....the fog tendrils and I agree, these are the deep pieces of ourselves. Beautifully expressed, Audrey.
ReplyDeleteAudrey, I like the idea of finding our best and deepest sense of self on paper. So true. It is oftentimes true, I believe, that we ourselves find out just who we are when we sit and pen our thoughts.
ReplyDeleteI agree, everything happens on paper. A lovely write, Audrey!
ReplyDeleteI agree, everything happens on paper. A lovely write, Audrey!
ReplyDeleteSensational - both the lines you wrote and the quote. Frost really does inspire and I am so glad he reached out to your mind in this way xo
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely stunning
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