On why I read poetry:
I read poetry because I want to fall in love with the subtle energies and vulnerabilities of life and experience; the desperation, yearning and sadness of others, the joys and passions of moments and those life-altering choices and outcomes, good or bad or indifferent, it doesn’t matter because I want to feel.
I want to feel full spectrum, break a part, die and crack open awake to be reborn again from a single page, a sentence or word. I want to see through someone else’s eyes and walk in their shoes to truly know their heart and in so doing, recognize myself. I want to know life when it smacks me in the face and understand with every fiber of my being, that I’m okay... or when I just sit, gently immersed in the moments of living and remember that I’m always deeply rooted and ever still connected.
Poetry, to me is a life line into divinity. It is the explosion of truth, an internal vision made manifest, the access into the universe in great or small wonders. It is the collision of intellect and instinct and heart and the sudden impact of being alive! It is the sweet, sweetness of soul that makes you wake up another day and say, I can do this... and so, it is done.
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 4/3/19
I read poetry because I want to fall in love with the subtle energies and vulnerabilities of life and experience; the desperation, yearning and sadness of others, the joys and passions of moments and those life-altering choices and outcomes, good or bad or indifferent, it doesn’t matter because I want to feel.
I want to feel full spectrum, break a part, die and crack open awake to be reborn again from a single page, a sentence or word. I want to see through someone else’s eyes and walk in their shoes to truly know their heart and in so doing, recognize myself. I want to know life when it smacks me in the face and understand with every fiber of my being, that I’m okay... or when I just sit, gently immersed in the moments of living and remember that I’m always deeply rooted and ever still connected.
Poetry, to me is a life line into divinity. It is the explosion of truth, an internal vision made manifest, the access into the universe in great or small wonders. It is the collision of intellect and instinct and heart and the sudden impact of being alive! It is the sweet, sweetness of soul that makes you wake up another day and say, I can do this... and so, it is done.
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 4/3/19
