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.
JUST A NOTE:
There's a winner in Heidi's Stone Crossings Giveaway. Congratulations!
Erica's moving and thoughtful Random Acts of Poetry