Wednesday, December 14, 2011

There is not a particle of life...

“There is not a particle of life 

which does not bear poetry 

within it.” 

~ Gustave Flaubert

I'm finding it very difficult to find my way to poetry lately but am ever so grateful when I become awake to those particles of life bearing poetry within. This dish of misty mints led me to reveries of childhood Christmases. It's interesting how the taste of them brings up memories of the holidays for me, but the sight of them, does not.

Last night as I was sleeping, 
I dreamt—marvelous error!— 
that I had a beehive 
here inside my heart. 
And the golden bees 
were making white combs 
and sweet honey 
from my old failures. 

~ Antonio Machado

Writers, I think, have a knack for making honey from old failures.  I just came across this poem today, but the novel I'm hoping to publish one of these days, titled Hive, is really an enactment of this, as it holds within it fragments from a previous abandoned novel.  Even our old failures, contain within them particles of poetry.

May you all see those particles of poetry in your day today....I leave you with this rather mesmerizing treatment of a Rumi poem read by the incomparable Coleman Barks:


  1. I found this post very inspiring. Thanks for that. And may I say that picture turning widget is probably the coolest thing I every saw!

  2. thanks my lovely and always inspiring friend....


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