#49A good day for the poets
By Peter Bell | posted on 14 May 2009 | 9 comments
The poets...
Perhaps they would have understood today's beauty?
The warmth of the sun on my skin
The swish of fabric as I vaulted railings, the metal passing under me from right to left, my body flowing over them
The energy simmering in my muscles
The wild flowers in the graveyard
The ease and lightness of my movements
Clothes cool and flowing
Sitting, satisfied with what is and what has passed
The crumble and melt of lemon polenta cake
Watching happy people go by
Perhaps you would understand?
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Poetry: It's possible that in your mind the name is linked with the writings of overly sensitive souls pondering ever more flowery descriptions of everyday life - Someone who you may have nothing in common with?
We are all capable of poetic thoughts and those thoughts can enrich our lives.
Forgetting about making it rhyme or constructing its rhythm to iambic pentameter, poetry is essentially a tool to refine the senses and to make what you feel a tangible experience for someone else. You can heighten your awareness of self by describing the experience in terms of "touch", vision, emotion etc.
Could a traceur impart a technique or the essence of flow in this manner?
Don't be concerned - be creative! Relax, tune in to your feelings and write.....
Labels: Psychology
About the Author : Peter Bell9 Comments:
Maximum points go to the first person to get their poetry on here! Keep it simple, it should reflect your experience as it happens. Do not spend to long on it as you will lose the essence.
Looking forward to seeing your work...
By 
Peter Bell, at
11:38 am, May 14, 2009
I am Francium,
Rare and very unstable,
But still calm inside.
By 
, at
6:55 pm, May 18, 2009
Gliding through gaps brushing brick
Reminds of harsh landings and a bitter taste of iron
Blood has no partner in pain
it's just one more barrier now, all the same
Starting to yawn,
Too tired, should stop
Should be training at dawn
Not dodging the taxis claiming the crop.
By , at
11:36 pm, May 19, 2009
Good work - Keep it coming guys and girls!
What's it like to do parkour? Guide your readers senses through it....
By Peter Bell, at
7:19 pm, May 20, 2009
"Fluidity"
patelar tendon...
unleashing my fluididty
from a radial tear
By , at
9:35 pm, May 31, 2009
dropping off the lip
its subliminal, like a
freudian slip...
By , at
9:50 pm, May 31, 2009
little bamboo sprout
Cracks! the concrete
slow the monkey chews
By , at
9:51 pm, May 31, 2009
amusing ;-)
By Peter Bell, at
9:44 pm, June 02, 2009
Long ago i had my first day
The sun had started its final rosy glow
I flew of the computer chair after many long hours
And was given a questioning look as I raced to the door
The ground look crisp
Full of possibility and undiscovered things
I found my first rail and STOPPED
How did they do it, so smooth and with such ease
Then I breathed in and flew over in my mind
And then in body
That was the start for then every rail had to be jumped
for every rail was new
I had never noticed this path
To go right or left rather than forward
Now everything looks so much closer
And the ground so far away
By Unknown, at
10:51 am, August 31, 2009
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