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Matthew writes beautiful poetry and this poem is not exception. Somehow, I find myself going against the grain and moving upstream, searching for and finding peace. Perhaps, it finds me.
Mary Oliver wrote a book, Upstream, speaking of the poet’s need to move against life’s currents to find words and express themeslves. I find questions in poetry, sometimes explicitly formed. Other times, they hide and wait to be lifted up as I imagine what the poet asks. Perhaps, a poet’s task is to guide me as I move upstream.
I wonder what would it be like to take the poet’s sensibility into the world? In a world filled with busyness and distractions, I find that challenging. Yet, I find poetry and poetry-like prose spaces where peace emerges through the poet’s words and expressions of the unexpressible. How can I imagine the words in concrete ways?
I took this picture as we travelled through the mountains about 1.5 years ago. The river is relatively calm and peaceful, but to move upstream against the current would be hard work, looking to be expressed. The word express means to force something out, usually against pressure.
Teacher as Transformer 
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Thank you Gigi.
Poets “lisp in numbers, for the numbers come”. (sic). Alexander Pope Smile It is a great day
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On Fri, Dec 13, 2019 at 7:08 AM Teacher as Transformer wrote:
> ivonprefontaine posted: “via somehow at peace Matthew writes beautiful > poetry and this poem is not exception. Somehow, I find myself going against > the grain and moving upstream, searching for and finding peace. Perhaps, it > finds me. Mary Oliver wrote a book, Upstream, speaking ” >
It is always a great day for poetry.
Well said!
Thank you
Beautiful photo Ivon.
Thank you David.
What a great post. Just being who we are can feel like an upstream effort, yes? Poetry is engaging in so many ways. Whether the author’s intentions are clear or not, we are drawn into their words as a way of finding something for ourselves. Why would we be drawn to it, otherwise? Lovely picture, too.
Thank you Carrie. The beauty of poetry is the meaning is often not clear, so the reader inserts poetic license in interpreting.
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THEN MAY POETS AND OTHERS HAVE THE COURAGE TO EXPRESS THEMSELVES AGAINST THE STREAM OF LIFE!
That is a great insight Jonathan.
Just the words of a poet…swimming upstream! 😀
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