We
all need to be heard...
I was contemplating this need after a
conversation that I had with a dear friend. I had shared a poem with him and he
explained that it caused deep feelings to well from the depths his heart. He
was sad and told me that he felt like crying. This was the exact feeling that I
had experienced upon reading the very same poem that I had sent to him.
The more that I thought about our
exchange, the more I came to believe that I am at my most vulnerable with my
writing when I am creating poetry. Somehow, this form of writing opens up the
gates to my heart more than with any other type of writing is able to do.
I also feel that poems, when read or
heard, dig a little deeper into our souls than any other form of written
medium.
Further, I realized that when you have a
very good friend, you can’t always hold back information that touches your own
heart in an effort to spare their heart. We are on this earth to laugh and cry
together.
The following poem was inspired by the
above conversation with my friend. I was also inspired by another beautiful
friend's vision of how poetry (writing, reading, and sharing) frees our souls
and touches all of us so deeply as every 'Journey of the Heart' inevitably
does.
My Words of Love Soar
There are no corners I must round
No introductions or polite words are needed
before impatient words lingering upon my on my tongue are pushed forth by eager
breath
No stop signs, hills or dips in the road will
slow my mouth’s journey as it shapes the words my heart longs to share
No, no my sweet---My love travels to you by way
of a free bird in flight
Not wasting one moment's hesitation before
takeoff or landing
Nothing will prolong the words that must I
share with you
Listen carefully, my dear
My message will flow swiftly from my lips to
your ears without delay
There exist no reasons to ever think twice
before I speak
For my words are honest
And truthfulness should never be harnessed or
suppressed
I know at times my words will cut you deeply
But, anything else that I might say would be
dishonest
And you deserve better than broken truths
So, I will continue to present my raw and
truthful words to you
As they journey from my heart ablaze
By way of the free bird's swift flight
Timed perfectly while undeterred at the exact
moment they spring from my lips
Darling,
My thoughts are but heart songs carried by the
ways of the winged
Each flutter of their glorious wings carrying
my messages
Laura Kutney loves to laugh until her face and stomach hurt, and to sing really loudly. If you opened her toy box, you would find books, words, art, photos and a world of feelings. She can ponder a word for a day, or write a story in an hour. She has a photographic memory but is also dyslexic. Yep, the two coexist inside of her just like a little universal joke. Originally a chemical engineer, she is now a mother to her three children (12, 15 and 17) and writes everyday, writing mainly poetry and short stories. She has been married to her true love for 18 years and counting. Life is good and ever-changing. She counts on the second part of that last sentence sometimes hourly. She can be found as a featured author for the elephant journal, on her blog Mosaic Commons, and on Facebook.
~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~
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