Why words matter more than ever.
In these days, when our senses are bombarded with fast information and transitory moments, poetry offers a timeless gift -one that connects us with our deepest emotions, encourages reflection, and captures the beauty, and sometimes, challenges of life. The news flashes are relentless; we can’t help wanting to be informed, but the quiet moments when we can curl up in an armchair and read meaningful lines are essential for the soul.
Poetry transcends boundaries – geographical, linguistic and cultural. Across the globe, people write and appreciate poetry in countless forms, and often the themes of love and nature, struggle and hope are universal, thus connecting us all with shared experiences. If you look back at some of the ancient poets like Rumi, his work is just as relevant today as it was hundreds of years ago. Just think of his beautiful and thought-provoking words transcending time and filling our hearts just as if they were written for us yesterday. To me, that is a priceless gift from the past.
In this fast-paced world, the beauty of poetry can be enjoyed with little time commitment. While it encourages us to slow down and take a moment it doesn’t demand the same amount of time as a novel will, yet still invites us to pause and reflect. We can carry a little slice of heaven in our pockets!
Poetry has the power to heal. For both readers and writers, it offers comfort in times of pain and suffering, and even clarity where there is confusion. A few lines of a poem that sum up what we are thinking or feeling can turn things around on a difficult day, or make us laugh if we read something light-hearted.
Poetry is timeless, and yet it can also teach us a lot about the past, almost like a time capsule. By preserving the voice of a forgotten era it can inspire us and remain timeless at the same time.
The world news isn’t good as I write this post. In fact, I am lucky to be able to sit in my writing corner putting thoughts down. Others aren’t as lucky. Last night I climbed the stairs with a heavy heart and looked out across the sky before closing the curtains. I sat in my bed and wrote a poem.
Notes From Dove Lane 