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A Poetry Practice




How varied are your spiritual practices? Among mine are Centering Prayer, Visual journaling, chanting, silent walks through landscapes, shamanic journeying, Lectio Divina, Visio Divina, candle meditation, intimate conversations with others . . . and many more. I find that practices that were once awkward or uncomfortable are, in this season of my life, inviting. For example, poetry as a spiritual practice.


Rilke was asked, “How do you become a poet?” He replied, “There is only one way, go into yourself.”

Seeking to go inward through writing poetry, I considered a piece of family history that had surfaced in conversations with my spiritual director. I explored the memory with a do-not-stop-to-edit-just-let-the-words-flow free-write. Out of this flurry of words, I felt one aspect of the memory was asking to be tended to.


People write differently, of course. For me, a poetry formula offered in Poet Laureate Cathy Smith Bowers’ book, The Abiding Image, gave me the confidence to create with my written words. The recipe or guideline of the minute* poem appealed to my need for structure and directions. It loosened me up and felt like a safe space to experiment with bringing my thoughts and emotions to the page.


Writing this poem helped feelings to surface, it was a bit cathartic. It also gave me a way to honor the experience as part of my heritage:

Tressie’s Farm

Don’t bring Her, it will upset Her

I did anyway

a final visit

She was due now.

Her scarf-covered head stopped to peep

O'er the homeland

Grown trees, once were

sown by Her hands.

Square heels click-clack through empty rooms.

Sheers hang still,

through them we see

A lane we walked.

Sighs of farewell, the farm passed on

And so would She

Her face was drawn,

This too must be.

~ Schawn Kellogg


Reading poetry is also a way to go inward, to recognize inner movement and emotions of all types. I encourage you to search for a poet or poets whose writings stimulate you in some way. Maybe a trip to the library and a random selection would bring gifts. Maybe perusing some classics like Mary Oliver, Robert Bly or Emily Dickinson would be just what your soul needs. I hope you will consider poetry a companion on your spiritual journey.

I would love to hear your favorite poems or read what you author! Add them to the comments section below; or if you don’t want to create an account, simply email them to me: Schawn.SacredCentering@gmail.com.


An invitation

Poems can be our ally, they say

Images play

One way inside

Where thoughts reside

Curiously brief, or drawn out

Poignant or proud

Angry or loud

It’s all allowed

Read for phrases now meant for you

Ponder or extract

Notice its truth

Or toss it back

~ Schawn Kellogg

*The minute form of poetry is a poem made up of 60 syllables, fit into 12 lines using the syllabic line count of 8,4,4,4 – 8,4,4,4- 8,4,4,4.


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Thank you for sharing your creations, Schawn! I am inspired! I love this poem from Denver/Boulder area yoga teacher, writer, and pocaster Buffy Barfoot:


mending


i saw a flower pushing through cement on my walk yesterday,

which made me think of my wedding vows.


in those promises, i included a story about the japanese art of kintsugi

and how pottery cracks are filled with gold,

creating a stronger and more beautiful piece of art.


i promised to see our continuous cracking as evolving beauty,

which I tend to uphold.


but sometimes I forget to give myself

the same grace

while in solitude.


i like your cracking more than mine,

don't you?

Yours seems to deserve more gold somehow.

that is…


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schawn259
schawn259
Apr 13, 2021

FROM DEANNA HENKE:

This phase of my life is so strange

So surprising

Body failing

Spirit rising

Still searching for, I don't know what

Guidance from above?

Moments of Joy?

Temporary love?

No matter where this life path goes

Was Tressie right

Will I still say

"But we were happy"


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schawn259
schawn259
Apr 12, 2021

from Shani Jones:

Ed F's Farm


The creek to the barn it's all here

Gazing around

Seeds seen in time

Moving to town


It has been a good run he says

Morning milking

Sunset grilling

Friday dancing


The legacy lives on through time

Pass it along

New owners here

Hand shake, move on

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