The Celebration of Poets and Their Songs
by Susan Haley - poet, author
April is National Poetry Month. Last year in April, I introduced my poetic ramblings to join with the several excerpts of prose and article writing I’ve submitted to the Fox & Quill. I shared then, that my first love for the written word was born in poetry; the ability that poetry gave a shy and intense young girl to express herself and communicate with others. It became a pattern in my life to spill my sentiments, my hopes, dreams, my victories, as well as my defeats, onto a page. And as importantly, to ask my questions.
Poetry has afforded me the power of healing, to understand my destiny, a new direction I wasn’t prepared for, new revelations from sources higher than this earth, and my shared energy with ALL life in this earthly realm. By pouring my soul onto a page and later studying the cries emitted from the abyss of intense emotion, I was healed as much as I could be and able to move forward.
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About Susan's Style...
Composing poems allows, even encourages, a sense of freedom, a lightening of burden, an abandonment of boxes and boundaries. Free verse isn’t chained to the structured rules and regulations of prose and journalism. I often refer to the poems as my ‘soul songs’.
A paradoxical form of writing, really, as it’s difficult to hide one’s true core within the stanza of a poem. For some enigmatic reason, there, we can let it all pour forth. While at the same time, poetry affords the costume that allows the expression to emanate. It’s like the actor who eloquently recites his lines from behind the stage curtain rather than in the spotlight. The thought is planted; or the path lighted, but the gardener can remain in the shadows. I believe poetry could heal the world, given a courageous voice and a listening ear.
This past year was alive with the new direction our nation was about to enter with the election, and then the inauguration of a new leader. The intensity of it all sparked many a personal perception of the day. The following are my own . . .
