It's poetry:
sometimes it's poetry, that's what defines my morning writing, that I only want to express beautiful lines in apt descriptions of the world. It's a mood, really, not mine to control but one that sweeps down on me with an urge to give myself over to the flow of words, holding nothing back and to pour my soul fully on the page. I never know when this mood will strike me, or why inspiration might take this particular form. I am joyful when it does. Poetry is indeed, the language of the soul.
even other topics, perhaps more serious in nature, call for at least a small degree of beauty to be written, certain lines given a lyrical sense in the way that they unfold, an underlying theme of prose found throughout. For me, it's poetry, every description is an occasion for beauty to be told.
at least in some small degree.
and that's truly my only goal in writing, lyrical prose to the best that I'm able, capturing a few words that have a most specific flow of beauty and seeing how they might tie to a larger theme involved. I try to bring a certain truth to this, factual support, even if it's just my own experience in evidence to bear. Yet always it's poetry that I have foremost in mine, a quest to lend my words to beauty, and there's a deep faith that this will carry a note of a truth of its own, that my writing is guided by soul-based conviction that poetry and beauty convey the underlying reality of the world.
at least by some degree.
it's poetry though, and my heart feels joy in writing, my soul is given full expression.
and it's the reason why I'm here.
writing.
for me...it's poetry.
every word.
~
Peace, Eric
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