Karrie Bos

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A Word...

A Word...

The other night I needed a break from the evening news and grabbed a book at the top of my reading pile — Emily’s poems. I read her poetry for awhile, getting more and more mesmerized by her words with each line. Finally, after about twenty minutes, I was spent, and reverted back to being a couch potato.

When I tuned back in to the tube, I noticed the next two commercials were spoken in verse! I looked around the room a little haltingly, wondering if I had landed in Oz. I had not heard poetry on TV, in a show or commercial, in years, if ever (unless that was its subject matter), and suddenly everything around me was in rhyme!?

What had happened? Was this a coincidence or synchronicity?

They say what you focus on gets stronger especially when there is a powerful emotion involved. The emotion amps up the voltage of our speech. And so with Emily, all that love turned her words into a flock of birds fluttering about my room, in search of an open window. 

I have heard it said that poetic language comprises sounds that are aligned with our breath. Perhaps that is why poetry is so powerful: All life depends upon breath. I have also heard it said that if you hold a thought long enough, it takes on form. I did not cause the poetry to appear om TV, but my poetry-passion did seem to cause everything in my universe to sync up in simile and metaphor.

"A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day." ~  Emily Dickinson*

Apparently, there really is truth in these words. So, today and every day (resolution here, remind me!), I am going to select tasty vowels and consonants and other morsels of goodness. When I start going down the rabbit hole, I am going to reach for a lifeline (I am, I am), and use words that rhyme, or have some different kind of time -- some beat, some heat, that offer up some kind of treat. I will pluck purple, people-pleasing plums and string them together till they hum. 

And if that does not work, I'm stomping grapes with dear Lucy ("I Love Lucy") till we end up with wine, and our words...our words are sublime! ~ KB

*THE POEMS OF EMILY DICKINSON, edited by Thomas H. Johnson, Cambridge, Mass.: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press, Copyright © 1951, 1955, 1979, 1983 by the President and Fellows of Harvard College.