Norah Tunney

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The Work Of A Poet - Poem by Norah Tunney

Sometimes the work of a Poet
is to become very quiet and still,
to lean in with great reverence
and listen to the voice within.

Or to pause
and ponder
and soak in the freshness
of deep-down things.

And there are days
when a poet
aches to express
the cry from the depths of her soul.

Sometimes the work of a Poet
is to unveil
the unbelievable beauty
in the most insignificant thing.

And now and then
a poet can carve a path
for a heart
to glimpse eternity.

Topic(s) of this poem: beauty, poetry, silence

Form: Free Verse

Poet's Notes about The Poem

What inspires the poet? What is the essence of poetry for me as a poet.?
Pausing and pondering and writing poetry with great respect and reverence for the inner guidance. Sometimes Poetry can come from a place of deep listening.

Comments about The Work Of A Poet by Norah Tunney

  • Norah TunneyNorah Tunney (7/19/2017 6:10:00 PM)

    Yes Daniel there are other kind of poets and I love what you said about the highest light. Everyday I could write a new poem about the work of a poet because it's always changing. Haven't thought too much about you humility but I feel an unspeakable gratitude for the gift of existence, the inconceivable miracle of heart beating, lungs breathing.The sheer wonder of Being. How amazing that we exist at all. More than anything that's what blows me away. Humbling to say the least. Thank you Daniel your comments inspire me. (Report)Reply

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  • Daniel BrickDaniel Brick (7/5/2017 2:43:00 AM)

    TO SOAK IN THE FRESHNESS OF DEEP-DOWN THINGS. I want that sensation! It is cleansing and restorative.
    It's like a total immersion baptism preparing one for the task of witness and service, or perhaps silence and prayer.
    You make humility seem like the most natural of virtues to acquire. and certainly one that suits our human nature.
    There are certainly others kinds of poets with different agendas.I can think of Ezra Pound with his belated
    devotion to Venus and the Eleusinian, Mysteries. For me the crucial factors are the poet's goal must be to gain the highest light and be personally humble.

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  • Edmund StrolisEdmund Strolis (6/10/2017 10:27:00 PM)

    A poem for everything. All reflections of their author. For better or worse. Poetry is a window into our perspective. Two eyes may see the world as a mere backdrop. While others may see clearly as they have learned to calm the rush of time and to give each thing, each moment its true name. What an honor we pay to everything when we acknowledge not only the rainbow but the determination of life breaking forth between paving stones. In acceptance comes freedom. Out there the tide crashes, the brook trickles, the forests rise, the cactus sighs. We listen finally when we let go. (Report)Reply

    Norah TunneyNorah Tunney(7/19/2017 6:28:00 PM)

    I remember responding to this comment Edmund but alas PH..........
    Poetry is definitely a window into our perspective
    That's what makes it so facinating and that's why when I get time I love to read other poets and see into there world.Poetry can capture a subject more succiently and powerfully in a few short lines than endless pages of prose.
    In acceptance comes freedom ah! ! ! ! ! ! ! Yes. An ongoing practice and probably the work of a lifetime. Your comments are pure poetry Edmund.

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  • Tom Billsborough (6/6/2017 2:49:00 AM)

    I believe that to be true, Norah. And I know you have the ability to carve those paths to the Light.
    This is going in my list of favourites.

    Norah TunneyNorah Tunney(6/17/2017 7:16:00 PM)

    Thank you Tom so good to hear from you. I was out on the catamaran with no internet service for a month it was wonderful.I love sailing.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 5, 2017

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