Poetry in glazing

Goddess Inanna, circa 2000 bc

I have settled into my morning with a poem.
Yes, every morning.
If I'm rushed I sometimes read it later, because that's what it does, slows me down.
Brings me close to that meditative state.

And I see something differently.

My art plate, 2015 ad, my idea of poetry in glazing

And I feel much more deeply.

Our poets are cherished ones, who can look at a branch of leaves, or a spider, or a piece of anything, and turn it into phrases that bounce, or drag, that soar or slump.

Hail to the poets!
And thanks.

Today's Quote:

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!
They'd banish -- you know!

How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog
To tell one's name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

Emily Dickinson