“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.” – Robert Frost
Watch a gymnast, figure skater, pole vaulter, soccer player, an equestrian, a boxer… watch a nine-month old taking her first steps for that matter–step, stumble, fall–the pure beauty of determination. You have just witnessed poetry in motion. If you don’t see it, you’re simply not looking hard enough.
Earlier this year I watched professional boxers, trainers, and pad men coach actors on the set of Creed. They bobbed and weaved, sweat pouring from their bodies, as they created poetry in their own medium.
These days while I’m running a trail, sweat dripping from my own body, haiku swirls in my head. Haiku is an ancient Japanese form of poetry consisting of three lines in the pattern 5 – 7 – 5. Modern haiku breaks from the traditional. It is not as rigid, and need not conform to the traditional formula.
I share the following haiku that I ginned up on the trail:
Haiku in Motion
Eyes lowered over nose
Hidden rock catches toes
Forehead slams, blood flows.
Spider cactus and me,
Who’s looking at whom?
Crisp amber hops
Tickle taste buds, quench thirst
Gliding down my throat.
Steel cord whips grass
Across the flesh of my calves
Blood drips into soil.
Twenty dollar bill
for ten dollar roses,
Keep the change, my friend.
Leonard says, “You need not understand poetry to appreciate it.” More on appreciation irrespective of understanding in a future post.