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Why Do I Love Poetry? Jim Bauerlein

It is my great pleasure to introduce Jim Bauerlein to the plum tree. I love the quirkiness of this poem, the sudden turn mid-way to introduce the metaphor. Thank you Jim for writing our poetry corner in such a poetic way. I thought this image might suit Jim’s piece, as he gives us all a great big hug from the page.words-12

Jim has told me that one of his favourite poems is Ramond Carver’s Gravy, so I have posted it for you Here.

Gravy by Raymond Carver.

No other word will do. For that’s what it was.
Gravy, these past ten years.
Alive, sober, working, loving, and
being loved by a good woman. Eleven years
ago he was told he had six months to live
at the rate he was going. And he was going
nowhere but down. So he changed his ways
somehow. He quit drinking! And the rest?
After that it was all gravy, every minute
of it, up to and including when he was told about,
well, some things that were breaking down and
building up inside his head. “Don’t weep for me,”
he said to his friends. “I’m a lucky man.
I’ve had ten years longer than I or anyone
expected. Pure Gravy. And don’t forget it.”

Why do I love poetry by Jim Bauerlein

Why do I love poetry, why do i love the air? Take it away, and you will know. Gasp for breath. The light goes , grayness falls, then I am in a funk.

Yes, a dark hole. No coming out today. Logic wins, consistency, that hobgoblin, wins.  I go sit in the corner.

Why do I love poetry, why do I love you?

Oh I just do dear, just do.  Its in the curl of your lip, maybe the sun on your skin.

The turn of a phrase.

I love what is in between the words.  Pointed beyond the words, behind and underneath.

Why do I love poetry? Because I am  confused.  I cannot find my way in the world,  whatever I say seems often  wrong,  misunderstood , fraught with contradiction and then…

Ah ha: A scribbling of marks  supports confusion..Lets me see how much I love you when I hate you, How I can be afraid and brave. How my old face in the morning mirror is the face of God.  How my dogs heart beats still, so long after he has left this world.

Poetry  makes it possible for the truth to vibrate in my soul, helps the sun to rise.

About Dr Niamh

I am doing what I love most: writing children's books. As a child, learning new words was a delicious delight. Tasting them roll around my tongue, practicing pronunciation, then trotting them out whenever possible, made me feel very clever indeed. Children of today are no different. They love saying new-really-difficult-to-pronounce words, (useful for spells or superheroes). So, I prefer not to censor broader vocabulary. I believe we should never 'talk down' to shapers-of-the-future but encourage them always to think their best and realise their astonishing potential. If pushed to blow my own trumpet (better than blowing someone else's and which, will only happen when forced to sell something), I would say I write modern children's classics: content rich with great vocabulary and little gems of wisdom that might keep us company into adulthood. I hope you and your children will enjoy reading my stories as much as I love writing them. With love from Dr. Niamh, Ph.D in Learning Through The Imagination.

7 comments on “Why Do I Love Poetry? Jim Bauerlein

  1. thiskidreviewsbooks
    November 27, 2013

    What a great poem. It’s kind of sad, though.


    • ontheplumtree
      November 27, 2013

      Yes it is sad Erik…from someone at the other end of his life.


  2. Gladys Potts
    November 27, 2013

    Fantastic! The turns, the edge, the love for what brings buoyancy.


    • ontheplumtree
      November 27, 2013

      OOH! Gladys, so nice to see you here. Thank you for the lovely comment.


  3. Patricia Tilton
    November 27, 2013

    There is something quirky and loveable about his poetry! Loved them both. And, you picked the right photo to accent his work.


    • ontheplumtree
      November 27, 2013

      Thank you, Particia for your visit. Always great to hear from you.


  4. Imen Benyoub
    November 29, 2013

    Poetry makes it possible for the truth to vibrate in my soul, helps the sun to rise.

    totally believe in that, welcome to plum Jim, what a delightful piece of your soul you shared here xx..


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