The true poet does not look for fame or
earthly glory,
the true poet is not bound by fads or
fashions, literary stylistics,
editorial demands.
The true poet seeks only the beauty in the everyday:
the smallest thing
the largest thing
and the infinitesimal array
of all things in between.
The true poet is grateful for the mutability of life
contrasted with the constancy of the eternal
and the place where these two meet
is where the poet writes.
So if you seek renown, then ask yourself:
Have you lost your poetic compass?
If so, take a few moments to just breathe within the stillness
breathe in the blissful, natural return
(just as the compass needle shifts) to
true poetic North.
Β© Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved
Sharing with Earthweal’s Open Link Weekend, because I also think this poem is in keeping with the weekly challenge theme ‘The Nature of Poetry.’
A lovely concept!
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Thank you π
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Another strong contribution about the nature of poetry. Every poem we write that hits its marks is compassed so. – Brendan
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Thank you Brendan. This is not necessarily such a poem, but more of a thought process on the nature of poetic endeavour.
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This is a beautiful way of looking at what poets do, and why. Not fame and fortune, but seeing the things there on we can see, and showing them to others.
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Thanks Carolyn. I think itβs a better way to work!
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Lovely, Ingrid, and so true.
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Thanks Merril π
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You’re welcome!
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Great idea of reseting the compass. Sometimes my writing is all over the place. My true north is always to write something that inspires and evokes change.
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If you feel itβs all over the place maybe itβs just a sign to detach from it until you feel the creative spirit flow!
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Itβs funny how one can spend time on pondering the smallest of things in life. Nice direction you took the reader.
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Thank you Patti: I liked the Rilke quote (from Earthweal Weekly Challenge) that even in prison a poet should be able to take inspiration from childhood memories.
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Also true of all creative endeavors I think. (K)
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Yes, I agree – I was discussing this very point to Twitter earlier today!
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Thatβs true poet π
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Thank you π
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Welcome!
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This is such a freeing beautiful poem reminding us to listen to our inner writer!
Find our compass. Lovely Ingrid!
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Iβm pleased you enjoyed it Cindy ππ₯°
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π₯°β₯οΈπ
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I adore this, the last stanza especially. Thank you so much for this reminder. π
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Thank you for your kind words π
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Loved your perspective in this beautiful poem, Ingrid. It wouldn’t matter to me how much others liked what i wrote if I didn’t like it myself! <3 Have a great week!
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Thank you Cheryl, you too! β€οΈ
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Thanks for the remnder Ingrid! ;)
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Youβre welcome!
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“A true poet seeks only the beauty in the everyday.” I love that, and it is so true. The payoff is putting it into words; no matter how few may read them. “The place where these two meet” – life and the eternal – “is where the poet writes” – what a brilliant observation. Wonderfully written!
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Thank you Sherry π
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So True, Lovely Ingrid. Well Penned.
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Thank you π
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Youre Welcome :)
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Sherry is correct ‘The payoff is putting it into words; no matter how few may read them.’
Well done Ingrid……
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