ten for creativity day.4

I’m loving all of the feedback from you about Project: Ten for Creativity, at the end of the week, I’ll share a recap chalked full of your responses.

So, how was yesterday?  If you missed it, find it here.  If you’re just joining the fun of this project, you can jump right in or start back at day one.  Feel free to add a link to The Saturated Palette and Project:Ten for Creativity, if you want to invite others to play along, too.

Day Four:  Pause for Poetry

Confession: It always seems to happen that I go way too long without even thinking about poetry.  This is such a shame, because the art of poetry can be one of the most inspiring things, ever.  Today, we are taking ten for poetry.  This is the easiest exercise yet.

Find one poem.  Read it.  Slowly.  Read each word.  Drink them in.  Pause for a moment and then answer this question.

How does this poem make you feel?

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Here is my favorite poem, by E.E. Cummings.

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

This poem makes me feel mysterious, amazed, and lovely.  The last two lines are especially breathtaking. 

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

….I may need to paint

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Happy reading today.  Remember, you can find almost any poem online, so there is no excuse.  Good old Google.

Taking more than 10 suggestions:  Take a book of poetry to the park, with a blanket and an ice cold lemonade.  Take a journal, write your own poem.  Enjoy the wonder of nature and the beauty of poetry.  (wow, that’s so Earth day of me!!)

If you want to share the poem you chose, leave a comment here, include a link to the poem or copy the whole thing.  Don’t forget to share how the poem makes you feel.

-olivia