poiesis (poiesis – Gk. ‘to make’)
The poetic life is not writing
poems about life.
It can include writing poems,
but it is bigger than that.
Allow me to be metaphorical.
The world has been dropped.
The poet picks up the fragments,
holds the jagged edges to the light,
this piece fractured from that,
broken bone and bone china,
and with a pen and paper
fits together the wreckage
of the eye-torn, mind-bent
shattered scattered world.
So,
if you see patterns in the pieces,
if you see the world a broken whole
and do not mistake each piece
as separate, else, and otherwise,
you already live a poetic life.
You might want to write down
what you see.
Someone else might not notice.