Poetry: Language of the In Between

Poetry is born from the times in between. The waiting times, the hunger times, the longing times, and the times when we seem to be able to do nothing more. Yet, in that space between times, images, sensations, emotions, and our chattering minds seem to find, in stillness, a moment to capture, a moment to find ourselves awake and alert to the eternal Now.  

From my latest book, Shadows: A Collection of Poetry, a stanza from "Waiting for Snow."

Snuggled beneath warm covers,

Propped up on piles of pillows,

High in the warmth of the white iron bed,

Doll-like in perpetual pose,

Straining, praying,

Waiting for snow."

 Spend some time in the stillness of your days and nights, sinking deeper into the language of the in between...poetry.  Consider too, jotting down your own experiences, observations, feelings, and imaginative, intuitive ideas. You never know, but that your in-between times a poem or a story or a tale or a painting, a vase, or piece of jewelery, or new invention might be seeded. 

Rainy Day on the Pier                                                                                                                                     Catherine Al-Meten

Snowed in or just wanting to stay by a warm fire and catch up on your reading? Stuck in an airport, or waiting in the car or waiting room for someone’s game, rehearsal, class, appointment or practice to finish? May I suggest getting my book, Shadows: A Collection of Poetry  for your Kindle.  Shadows: A Collection of Poetry is a fine collection of poetry and some striking photography, and it is  available now on Kindle.  You can also order a paperback copy and get free shipping  on Amazon.com.