This was one of my first attempts at merging art and poetry. I write what has been termed personal poetry. This sonnet was the first poem in a series of twenty-one poems that I was determined to write. I illustrated the first two poems of this grouping. It’s not so easy to do, I found. This poem was written several years ago…the mood at the time. Poetry is a great way to manage our various moods and emotions and to help us move beyond or integrate these passing energies.
I’ve written poetry for at least thirty years. Within that span of time, there were periods when I didn’t write poetry. The tangles that we can get ourselves into with words. The things we tell ourselves. As author Byron Katie has reiterated “Is it true?” The things we say to others–did they receive it as we intended it? The words we hear– are they fact, theory, opinion, judgment? How do other people’s words–the media–color your own thoughts and opinions? Where is the truth in these tangles?
That’s why I chose the paintbrush over the pen for a few years. No words!
This blog has become a commingling of art and words with which I feel comfortable these days.