Let the Poem be a Whirling Dervish

When I was young and began dancing

I was taught basic rules:

in order to spin and twirl

spotting was essential to avoid getting dizzy and falling

in school when I was taught poetry

my teacher focused on the structure


last night the dervish dancer pulled me into his trance

his eyes were closed the entire time

and I could feel him in a zone of tranquil immersion

he was not dancing for  the audience

he was connected to something more divine

and as a result I was lured into that space

of immense peace

and I was reminded that the true mission

of a poem is to descend or ascend

into a space where only the poem dwells

and twirl        eyes closed

shutting all out     yet welcoming

all in… Such dervishment


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s