Windows on windows
Evoke above, below.
Sky flows to water.
Trees: mirrored columns
That draw me deep.
And there.
There.
One bright poking tip
Stands out from reflection
Bursting towards the sky
Reminding me to look
Up.
Q: What is a poet-philospher?
A: What I wanted to be when grown.
From grade school through college, I was a prolific poet. Someone out of high school :: hides face :: applied for a job in verse.
In college studying Plato, Sartre: aha! I would be a poet-philosopher. Though how to manifest this in our modern world?
Fast forward to now. After years of working in academia and education, of teaching in my Witchcraft tradition, of polishing my speculative novel, poems are rising in me. My last post was a poem for the Spring Equinox. Synchronistically, I’m seeing threads about modern novels in verse, and as I read a critique partner’s manuscript, I note her lyrical writing style.
I reflect back to my yearning to be a poet-philosopher. As a writer weaving truth in fiction, as a Witch connecting people with the sacred, with Truth and Beauty, with Source, I am a poet-philospher.
Who needs Plato
when you have the Goddess whispering to you in provocative riddles?
and Ancients pushing you to get their teachings to the world via a novel?
Search poet-philosopher and you’ll see a list of mostly white men, those who history has recorded. It’s time for women and non-white people to be recognized as poet-philosophers.
Are you a poet-philosopher bringing Truth and Beauty to the world?