The Power of Poetry ~ Gatherings from Ireland # 253

Newtown Wood, Tramore, C. Waterford.
Newtown Wood, Tramore, C. Waterford.

Poetry is one of my burning passions in life and today marks the second anniversary of a Poetry Thread which I started on the Linkedin Group: TED, Ideas Worth Spreading.

The poetry thread is all about sharing published poems or lines of poetry which have special significance and it has woven a wonderful tapestry of connections all around the world.  People come and go; there are regulars and there are visitors but the Poetry Thread is an oasis of peace and catharsis.

One of the many things that draws me closer and closer to poetry is the extent to which it serves up helping after helping on every conceivable topic, thing, event, emotion …

I would go as far as to say that I live my life through poetry and even as I write this I find poems and  lines floating in and out of my head.  I’m sure poetry lovers will have thought of a few possibilities already like  W.B. Yeats’ The Lake Isle of Innisfree and Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s The Lady of Shalott.

It gives me immense pleasure when newcomers to the Poetry Thread say that they see now how much poetry has to offer and that they feel the day isn’t complete unless they have read at least one poem.

Today, one poem by Seamus Heaney dominated my mind after seeing the berries on the rowan trees here in Newtown Wood in Tramore:

Song

A rowan like a lipsticked girl.
Between the by-road and the main road
Alder trees at a wet and dripping distance
Stand off among the rushes.

There are the mud-flowers of dialect
And the immortelles of perfect pitch
And that moment when the bird sings very close
To the music of what happens.

(From Seamus Heaney: Opened Ground ~ Poems 1966-1996)

Author: socialbridge

I am a sociologist and writer from Ireland. I have worked as a social researcher for 30 years and have had a lifelong passion for writing. My main research interests relate to health care and I love to write both non-fiction and poetry.

9 thoughts on “The Power of Poetry ~ Gatherings from Ireland # 253”

  1. I think we are cosmic twins. Poetry is my saviour in times when I cannot express myself even to myself. Poetry on grief, and happiness in equal measure. I love it. My bedside locker is filled with poetry books to be picked up depending on my mood.

  2. Lovely post, poem and photo, Jean, and I have had many nights when I’m awake at odd hours all of a sudden, with new thoughts in my head. So I have to get up and write them down or I’ll forget…:) Currently, I’m reading poetry books that some of my blogging friends have published and loving them! I’m also trying to catch up on blog reading, such as yours, but without any luck! Anyway, have a lovely day tomorrow!

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