Poetry-love, passion and meaning…

Poetry-love, passion and meaning.

 
“I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)”
― E.E. Cummings

“One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters…But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.”
― Charles Baudelaire

Who are we? What is life meanings? Does one life matter in the stew of the billions? Where shall you go when death take away the light? What will we leave behind?

“Once, poets were magicians. Poets were strong, stronger than warriors or kings �” stronger than old hapless gods. And they will be strong once again.”
― Greg Bear

Young Poet asked me yesterday. Why do I write? I show him my book of the greatest 100 poems. I told her. I carry this book for thirty years.  The book saw five war zones. I shared this poetry book with a hundred soldier. Each person read this small book. I believe every time we read a poem. We make the writer come alive again. My wish is to leave one poem. Worth enough to be in a book, to be read by many. Words, can be sad, beautiful and can create joy, laughter and thoughts. Us writers must use the pen and paper to improve our world. Even if just, with a entertaining tale.

Write, write and write some more. A silence life is a empty life.

John Castellenas/Coyote