An intrinsic premise of poetry is the permission and freedom to TELL THE TRUTH!
When I first began writing poetry, I was in a state of unrest. Old inner worlds were crumbling as new ones were being born. What I had built my life structure upon was proving false. What was trying to form was insubstantial and unknown.
Poetry can chart the course between what is known
and what is unknown.
Do you think this statement is true? It isn’t the route for everyone, but it certainly has been the permission-giver for me.
In those days, while I might not speak my truth to my husband or father (both of whom inspired fear), I found I could write it (finally) in my journals. And then, poetry entered my life. A form that could hold both emotion and unravelling beliefs and the uncertainty of what was next. Pretty amazing. And it could do all of this in a succinct way!
Throughout known history, poetry has been the “go to” for sensitive souls. The minstrels were the storytellers, often in rhyme or rhythm. The poets were the sensitive touchstones of a particular era and culture. They could talk about what was right, wrong, intolerable both personally and in the context of the larger society.
Poets and artists are the heart of any culture or era. They are the sensitive underbelly and resonate with deepest feeling and often, what the culture needs to embody or embrace in order to healthfully evolve.
This is my perception of permissive poetry. Has poetry, whether you read it or write it yourself, given you permission to tell the truth?