I dwell in Possibility
By EMILY DICKINSON
I dwell in Possibility –
A fairer House than Prose –
More numerous of Windows –
Superior – for Doors –
Of Chambers as the Cedars –
Impregnable of eye –
And for an everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky –
Of Visitors – the fairest –
For Occupation – This –
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise –
Art – Charles Courtney Curran
Resistance Poetry 2020.05 at Medium.com
“Spirit speaks to us in metaphor, the language of the soul, the language of poetry. It is for us to heed the whispers, connect the dots, draw the lessons, act.” – Meg Barclay
View the full article at Medium.com: https://medium.com/resistance-poetry/resistance-poetry-2020-05-abd6f3e46637
Photo by Meg Barclay
I have answered this question on Quora:
What’s a good symbol or image for poetry other than the raven?
A Blue Flower was a central symbol of inspiration for the Romanticism movement, and remains an enduring motif in Western art today. It stands for desire, love, and the metaphysical striving for the infinite and unreachable. It symbolizes hope and the beauty of things.
German author Novalis used the symbol in his unfinished Bildungsroman, entitled Heinrich von Ofterdingen. After contemplating a meeting with a stranger, the young Heinrich von Ofterdingen dreams about a blue flower which calls to him and absorbs his attention.
The blue flower symbolizes the joining of humanity with nature and the spirit so the understanding of nature and of the self is growing.
Art – Vincent van Gogh
“Sometimes a poem tells me, ‘No. No. I do not want to be written right now.’ And I understand. I am a patient lover.”
— N.Waheed
Leon Wyczólkowski
Spillwords has published my Lilac poem:
Early Lilac Spring
written by: Iulia Halatz
https://spillwords.com/early-lilac-spring/
My secret castle
lies in Spring
at the corner
of vernal vicious winds…
Surrounded by lilacs
and violets blue
Prolonged in the hue
of abstaining pink…
Faces and rivers
smile in the sun
Patience is nowhere to be found
as ethereal blooms
Expect the moons
to ignite from early
copper twilights…
Lilacs are the surreal kisses
of Spring
Clinging like stardust
to butterflies’ wings.
They color the dark
wink to the larks
And wait for the bees
to appease…
Art – Sergey Tutunov
Iulia Halatz
She says: “Be the one who cares, make words so disruptive that they create new worlds, hopes and dreams. Even if we are unhappy dinosaurs and find shelter in an Iron Tale or ruminate about feeling too much, whilst declaring colorless apparel, we should take power and strength from our stories.”
Her published poems can be found in The Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I.
“For reality’s glow and glory, without poetry,
Fade, like the red operas of sunset.”
― Delmore Schwartz, Selected Poems: Summer Knowledge
Art – Peder Severin Kroyer – Midsummer Eve Bonfire on Skagen Beach.
“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.”
– N.H. Kleinbaum, Dead Poets Society
Art by Romany Soup.
“Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these.”
T.S. Eliot, Tradition and the Individual Talent, 1912
Art by Francesco Lojacono.
Staggering piece by Lois E. Linkens
“Once I met a fork in that craggy road,
And it did two bold options so present –
Two ways in which to go, with choice proceed
Across the scanty plains of life and breath.
One was easy. Simple love for concrete minds
As was solid writ, to nakedness combine
And so become a woman in the truest sense.
Like that! I’d live by Eden’s face and hence
Would bat all questions to our bodied stance”….
https://loislinks.wordpress.com/2018/10/02/two-forks-1/
Art by Dan Hillier.
“your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.”
– Charles Bukowski, The Laughing Heart
Art by Thomas Cooper Gotch.
