Why Poetry isn't for perfection
The Messy, Beautiful Art of My Poetry
Sandy Clarisse
This is the power of poetry for you. The very act of sitting with an overwhelming situation and working out the words and rhymes (here and there) is a powerful and very healing process. It puts you in the position of the observer, allowing you to witness the human and divine aspects (if you so wish) of what is going on. It helps you detach from overwhelming emotions and make sense of them, one bite at a time. It may even unravel a spiritual lesson or insight you never saw coming. Sometimes this happens after writing one stanza. Sometimes not. And that's okay.
For me, writing poetry is a lot like a dance. I'm not a stickler for rules; instead, I allow the divine to move through me, letting my body and my hands sway with my breath and speak out the words which come through. It's a joyful surrender, a dance that becomes a form of moving meditation, a process where I am transported and the words find me as I close my eyes and allow myself to become a channel.
This is why the form of the poetry is less important than the flow. The words may fall into a rhyme, or they may turn into prose if that's where my natural rhythm leads. The very act of allowing this creative energy to move is a powerful and healing experience, one that is beautiful just the way it is.
May your words become your healer poet
With love
Sandy
Your Transcendent Poet
We all carry a beautiful, messy chaos inside us. What if there were a way to channel that into something more? For me, that's what poetry is all about.
I don’t believe poetry is meant for perfection. It’s not about rules or a certain style. Instead, it’s a beautiful act of unravelling the messiness of being human, finding its unique expression through each one of us if we dare to open ourselves to its depth. It’s just like a painter channelling their creativity onto a canvas, however, that takes shape. There is no “good” or “bad”; it is beautiful just the way it is.
Like many, I once thought poetry was only for romantics—the beautiful words we write in the throes of budding love. Or for intellectuals, the lovers of words who can interpret and articulate meaning behind every stanza. I’ve come to see, however, that poetry is a beautiful tool available to every human soul. It can translate any of our chaotic emotions or thoughts into words and, in the process, help us to become our own best friends.
Poetry found me during a time of complex and raw emotions. I say it found me, but my lifelong habit of reflecting and journaling had already created a space for it. Poetry became the way to make the inexpressible expressible.