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Just like the ripples emanating from the point a stone splashes into a pond, waves of consciousness flow from points of stimulation. By reading, sharing experiences, watching, listening, and reflecting in solitude, we collect an ample reservoir of perceptions from which we can draw for further expansion. Life is the teacher. To learn from the teacher, we must train ourselves to pay attention to life in minute detail, as Carl Sandburg did before writing his poem Passers-By Out of your many faces Flash memories to me Now at the day end Away from the sidewalks Where your shoe soles traveled And your voices rose and blend To form the city's afternoon roar Hindering an old silence. Passers-by, I remember lean ones among you, Throats in the clutch of a hope, Lips written over with strivings, Mouths that kiss only for love. Records of great wishes slept with, Held long And prayed and toiled for. . Yes, Written on Your mouths And your throats I read them When you passed by. In writing poetry, we familiarize ourselves with the concept of internal as well as external observation. We watch the world around us; we watch emotions; we watch reactions, and we listen to the whispers from that great multidimensional creature who resides deep within each of us. By giving ourselves permission to go off on tangents, explore various impressions, play with words, and surrender to surprise and discovery, we get to know ourselves in a new way. Your assignment: Write a poem about some everyday task. Turn your imagination loose to guide your powers of association into several levels of awareness. Let the creativity flow from your soul! Dave "The Poet's Place " |