We’ve all heard of the rise and fall of empires and sports “dynasties.” We know what goes up, must come down. In “Fiddler on the Roof,” they sang “Sunrise, Sunset.”
But, by now you may be getting a little tired of fall. So, today I’m looking to get a rise out of you. Let’s write a “RISE” poem. Be it getting up in the morning,or going up or expanding like bread dough, tell us of your rise in poetry. Or even write of your rise to poetry. Look up and see where poetry takes you!
MARIE’S REASON TO RISE:
Spirit bestows it –
Worship swells from the Wellspring.
Oh my soul, take part!
Would that this poet
rise up and sing like the king
after God’s own heart!
© Marie Elena Good
WALT’S EXPANDING UNIVERSE:
THE JOY OF POETRY
poetry becomes my joy
it takes me to exotic places
quixotic spaces and
lifts my heart bringing smiles to faces
as I struggle with an amusing muse
it is something I’ve gotten used to
I refuse to be down when poetry is around,
writing or reading, I’m not needing
anything more to lift me off the floor.
Poetry has been my joy.
(c) Walter J Wojtanik -2018