A funny thing happened on the way to poetry. And humor is long over due. Or due. Or something that involves laughter and joy. Because the world has a weight of its own and a heaviness that is expressed in phrases like the weight of the world.
And then there is the path to poetry. Which had some funny haha and funny odd things happen along the way to it.
There is a long story there that would wind you down a path you would rather not travel on. Should you choose to go there. You would likely feel lost and having not laid bread crumbs along your way, you may be a little mad at the writer and say I never really intended to walk down that long and winding road with you though I do love Paul and The Beattles.
And as much as I love a good story and you probably do too if you are reading, you are prone to like writing. Somehow the two seem to go together like sweet tea and mason jars. i know you thought I was going to say like hand and glove. I almost did. How did you know. But liking a good story as you do you may not be ready for a very long one.
And brevity is possibly a reason for embracing poetry. Though writing about brevity can actually be rather long and cumberson and tiring. So when writing about brevity and poetry it is important to keep it on the brief side or you may in fact lose your reader.
And if there is anything you don’t want to do when writing it is lose your reader. Oh, perish the thought of a lost reader along the way.
But there is a funny sort of thing or two that are worth telling in a short and sweet matter because the matter is sweet. So that would add a touch of the ironic which is always or almost always good to add to keep the reader interested. Irony is just so darn ironic.
But when you set upon a path and you don’t know where you are going, its a bit like being lost in the Hundred Acre woods like a bear and his friends and a young boy named Christopher Robin who probably wanted to be lost because of the weight of his world. But he had his friends to keep him company in a wild and wooly world in those woods. Yes, he had a friend to hold his hand.
So when on this path of unknowing that involves poetry you may find that what you discovered all along was simply not really poetry at all. Though poetry was a byproduct. Or maybe you found poetry plus a large red cherry on top. Though not as laden with sugar as those cherries. But maybe it was sweeter and richer, in fact.
Because writing is a solitary endeavor, often. Most often. Which is good, because God is close by. But there is still the deep craving for another.
And writers can be lonely sometimes if they are not careful. Unless they turn on the music of the world, not the heavy world but the crisp and light and beautiful noise of the God-creation.
God had the brilliant idea that we live in community and breathe in community and in so living and breathing, perhaps also writing in community.
So a funny thing happened on the way to poetry. I found a beautiful friend along the way. And you may too if you were to write with a friend, new or old.
You just may find the eternal on the path to your writing.
You may find a treasure. A friend.
This post is dedicated to Holly A. Grantham at A Lifetime of Days for stepping out in faith at the invitation to write in the unknown. She is a gift, she is a beautiful writer and she is now a friend. Her writing home is found here at www.walkingintheslowlane.blogspot.com. She has taught me more than words can express. But one day I will try. For now this is my offering of thanks.
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12 thoughts on “A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To Poetry”
Isn’t it amazing how God brings us together through this man-made world of the internet. But I am thankful for your beautiful collaboration and new-found friendship, Elizabeth. I enjoyed the fruits of it over at Holly’s place. Thanks for being a servant who pours out God’s message each week!
I’m looking forward to your collaboration! Oh how I love poetry and need more of it injected into my ordinary days.
I loved this today: And writers can be lonely sometimes if they are not careful. Unless they turn on the music of the world, not the heavy world but the crisp and light and beautiful noise of the God-creation.
You definitely add music to my day! And what would the background soundtrack be? Pride and Prejudice or The Mission? Pride and Prejudice today, I think. 🙂 Thanks for writing!
You always have good and encouraging words. Challenging and yet approachable.
Oh Elizabeth…I am full to bursting, friend. Grace is the gift and you have become that living breathing gift to me. I am so thankful for you and I am humbled by your words. May this be the beginning of a beautiful dance…
Yes yes, with many small and well-timed steps leading to what we don’t know. But its all about the joy in the dance in the now. Just the now. wishing you grace in the dancing.
What a sweet and joyful love note. I especially like this: “And brevity is possibly a reason for embracing poetry. Though writing about brevity can actually be rather long…” So true, so true. 🙂
I am grateful to be heard by you. Its no small thing. I am thanking Him for allowing our paths to cross and for us to connect and begin a wonderful friendship. Your smile lights up my world.
I love the ironic tone – but in a positive way – of this post. Thanks for bringing a crooked smile to my face!
Words with Friends (Isn’t that the name of a game?): what could be better?
“With ink from your heart”, I love this line. So wonderful to know you!
love the little trip I took as I read your lilting words…what a sweet tribute to your friend…thankful I’ve met you, Elizabeth 🙂
i love you ladies. i love the journey you’re on. and i love the analogy of sweet tea and mason jars.