And What Is Poetry?

Friday, March 27, 2026

Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.

Wind. The evergreens are a cheerleading squad for Spring. A powder blue sky pinches a band of orange pink light to draw the horizon. Lights on. Curtains up. Time for a show called: A New Day.

Let's make it a good one.

There's always poetry somewhere in your life. And what is poetry? A song worth singing about; a new witness of events worth new words.

Writing that lyrically expresses life in a novel way is like a new color in your box of crayons. You have a new way to express yourself.

I wonder what the color blue looks like to you, how a C major chord's positive simple harmony cheers up your ears, what lilacs mean to your nose when you know their blooms are around.

We share the World; we see it in our own way. Science speaks to the consistency of matter, not its experience.

That's what our relationships and our Arts are for... sharing our unique witness of the color blue, a C major chord, the scent of lilacs in Spring.

Life alive living Life, you're living it!

What's up with that?

Dreamy sunrise thoughts for a poet's morning journal to stretch the word making muscles for the day ahead.

I do hope all is well Dear Reader. And that maybe you've found that the quality of your life rests in how you define it. That perhaps you started defining what things mean to you instead of letting things define you.

Wonder how the relationships in your Life can mean more to and for you, take care, give care, and make that wonderful day already.