Explanation and purpose of Poetry in Motion

Poetry is a wonderful thing. It can be beautiful, expressive of the deepest sorrows and joys, and incredibly enlightening. Poetry in its most understood occupation (as writing), comes easily enough to me, a writer. I might not write it correctly or very well, but poetry to me is as silk sheets to a homeless man.

However, poetry in motion... poetry outside of a book, outside of the mind, outside of noble ideas and fine ideals, and inside actual, day-to-day life... now there is something I struggle with.

The way I see it, anyone who has ever lived has written themselves a book of poetry. No, their names are not insribed on a leather-bound book, but they have written poetry nonetheless.

Every day you live is another page in your book... every word you say another rhyme in your verse. It's your choice what you compose. What kind of poem do you write today? An angry, resentful, selfish one? Though this thought in itself may cause a guilty wince, worse still is the reflection of an entire book filled with such poems. And there are many books with many different authors written just so.

But there are also those other kind of poems... the uplifiting, encouraging, and teaching kind. Those kind that can leave you forever changed, and take you places you never thought you'd see yourself. That is the kind of poem I aspire to be.

Poetry in motion. Poetry is in the life of every individual; the pen is in every hand. You write poetry by the way you live your life. It is either beautiful and promising, or deathly and discouraging.

Poetry is one thing... poetry in motion- in action, in deeds, in living- now that, is quite another. I have already told you that poetry in the first instance comes easily enough to me; writing and imagining honorable thoughts and actions is much simpler than actually performing them myself. When it comes to composing my life, there is not always a rhyme or reason, let alone a beautiful poem to be found out of it.

If we could all see our lives thus far as a book of poetry, I dare say there would be some severely disappointed, others left in disgust, and still more hopeless. Though I have not had the opportunity to read about my life, I feel confident that I would be all of the above. That is, if not for the grace of my Savior.

This grace takes smattered ink and turns it once more into a new, clean white page. Takes blood, and brings redemption. Takes disaster, and makes it lovely. It's because of Him I know of true poetry at all. If not for this, my life would be as useless and confusing as Drew Carey in a Speedo. (Forgive me for the image.)

So there you have it: the purpose of this blog. (And no, it is not to find Drew Carey in a Speedo.) It is to find and document poetry as I see it, in a world that no longer realizes it exists. This poetry may be discovered in the face of someone I love, a sunset, or within the scriptures. But wherever it is, I'm determined to find it.

Many things that are hidden are hidden not because they are unable to be found... but because we are unwilling to look. I choose today to look.

Yes, with this blog, may I and any who read, find and become: Poetry in Motion.