Random Acts of Poetry
I don't know about you, but I love words. Strung like pearls. Wrought like iron. They move me. To tears or laughter, to awe or comfort. I spend many hours gathering, stringing, smelting, shaping, hoping to place lovely words in rhythms that can arrest a person.
And I seek out such words from others. I poke around promising places like Holy Experience. I quietly run my fingers through Weaving the Hours. I peek in at 23 Degrees.
Always looking for beautiful words. That's why I'm so pleased, incredibly pleased, that my favorite blog network High Calling Blogs has decided to feature Random Acts of Poetry. A new kind of Friday celebration of poetic words, in the form of both prose excerpts and poems. (Thanks, High Calling, for kicking this off with a poem of mine from Love Notes to Yahweh.)
Poetry is classically extremely difficult to get published. But here's a network that's looking for it on a weekly basis. Or just looking for poetic prose. You know, random acts of poetry. To delight you and me.
Wrought Iron Fence at Sacre Coeur photo, by J Barkat. Used with permission.
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Labels: high calling blogs, poetry, writing
posted by L.L. Barkat at 3:56 PM
18 Comments:
Wonderful photo!
Poetry is an area I am weak in. I'll just hang around and observe, if that's alright.
Is there a way to contribute? I looked at the High Calling link, which seems to indicate that poems and poetic prose will be culled from member blogs. If there's another way, please share it.
Craver... thanks! Paris inspires. :) Oh, and you're welcome to sit at the poetry table and listen.
Tinuviel... one has to be a member. You could check it out and see if that's a fit for you. Then, if we know you're the poetic type, we'll watch for good stuff on your blog! Hope that helps.
very cool news
praise God
I love poetry....I love words. It's so frutstrating when I am overflowing with feeling or moved in some way and I don't have the words to bring the feeling to fuller life. That's why I love reading Holy Experience too, and that's one of the many reasons I love visiting with you! I'm enjoying getting to know you, and I love your many written expressions!
Hi New Friend,
Thanks so much for stopping by my blog and your encouraging words. I read sevral of your post and sit in awe at the way God allows you to stir His words.
I will come back and let Him teach me some through your gift.
Please visit me again and if you have advice or just friendship to share, I'll take it.
Thanks Pamela
L.L.,
Yes, I love poetry as well, or at least I'm beginning to learn to love it! We need to develop an appreciation for it, because I think it can reach in to places that prose normally does not. We are creatures of song and rhythm and beauty- made in God's image, so poetry has a more important place than we realize, I would suppose.
Thanks for the heads up on this.
LL, just thought I'd mention--Writer's Digest has a poetry contest, with an approaching deadline, I think. I don't write poetry for public consumption as a general rule, so I didn't look at details closely, but you might want to.
Becky
l.l. i'm smiling ... ear to glorious ear. oh yes, you know me. we word lovers are easy to spot and to get to know. we want to be found out in fact. and you've nailed it ... we live daily with the hope that what arrests us will inhabit words we cannot help but string together ... words contagious and altogether fragrant ... words moving others to discover their own special rhythm.
yes, i will visit High Callings Blog. i'm grateful for the introduction and invitation. thank you for your presence at Weaving the Hours. may we encourage one another in what we love.
thank you for this invitation. poetry, mmm ... yes, i think i have some words in me.
I'm glad you liked the idea! We definitely think you have a way with words.
I have words locked in my brain and to get them out but i can speak but can not see my words. its like looking wax paper.
This photograph planted a seed. I experimented a bit with angles this weekend... LOVED IT!
I've just had my first book of poetry published, and adore poetry. I'd be highly honoured to be featured. At the very least I'll enjoy reading the featured posts :)
Nancy... I feel the same. A place for poetry in a great blogosphere network. How awesome is that?
Rebekah... this is why I love poetry too. I don't always have words and sometimes someone else can shape my longings, voice them in a poem, in just the right way. And that is bliss.
Pinkshoelady... welcome to Seedlings! I hope you find this to be a cozy place. We try. (I'm counting the rest of ya'll when I say that. :)
Ted... we'll work on you. Little by little. :)
Becky... thanks!
Laure... and what a lovely smile it is. So glad you decided to join [she says, after noticing the HCB badge on your site]
Kirsten... you absolutely have some words in you! I still remember that ocean poem you posted. Moving.
Mark... like the idea?! I love it. A place for people who have a way with words. How great is that?
Lloyd... which is why I guess we need the poets of the world. To slip the paper aside. But you... you speak a different kind of poetry. That which speaks in paint and brushstroke. Beautiful.
Craver... can't wait to see the flower (not mushrooms, right? that would mean I'd planted a spore? :)
Gabi... can't wait to see some of your poetry. This is too fun.
I'm not much of a poet - in fact, I'm no poet at all. But I do know that poetry like song can touch our emotions and move us in ways that are remarkable.
Ah, one beautiful bit about blogging--we can publish all of our poetry that might otherwise be gathering dust in a pile on our desks, or be lost deep in our journals, or tucked inside a manila folder filed under "P".
I wish I wrote beautiful poetry. Deep poetry. Stirring poetry.
When I write poetry, which is rare, it has been rather ordinary and storytelling in style...hardly the stuff that gets quoted and passed around.
I'm not very subtle, I guess.
Love this inspiration to write and read it. Thank you, L.L. for writing rich stuff.
When I read this post, all I could think was. Yes! I can relate.
I have always loved words, poetry especially. It just captures something in my heart. Speaks to me in cadence, phrasing, soft pauses, tone, almost like looking at a painting.
And the thing is you can't skim and scan over poetry, it has to be read slowly, mulled over. It slows the mind to a contemplative state. Something which prose is rarely able to achieve.
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