“Exiled
Searching my heart for its true sorrow,
This is the thing that I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people,
Sick of the city, wanting the sea;”
That stanza comes from St. Vincent Millay’s “Second April”. I have a copy of this book from 1921. These lines have always struck me. Weary of words and people, I have found myself that way many many times. And like dear Edna I have found comfort and inspiration from the sea. I, like her, have spent many summers on the coast of Maine. But you need not book that flight to our most northeastern state to find that kind of inspiration. Look around. Is there a mountain nearby that could be hiked, a pond to be sat next to, a park to sit under an old tree? I think that it is about finding your peaceful spot. In that spot, when I let quiet sit with me, I have found many a poem. But more importantly I have been able to hear my internal voice. She is often more calm than my daily over-booked life, but sometimes she also rages. Sometimes she sobs. When I truely listen to her voice I feel enriched, can i say powerful? Find your “sea”. Listen to the lap of the waves and carry a pen and pad for the moment when words flood you.
For a contemplative mood, this selection by Daniel Kobialka is a favorite.
Close your eyes and listen – then write about whatever springs to mind.
I created this eons ago for 1 of my first poetry websites. it was created from scratch – nothing but Photoshop effects and Flash MX painting.