Yes I write poetry, but there are stories behind the poetry too. I am going to share one of them with you today. Things and events in my life are what inspire my poetry. Early on in my year and a day of mythical poetry I heard about the Cherokee story of the two wolves. I’m sure you’ve heard of it at some point. A grandfather tells his grandson how there are two wolves inside everyone fighting. One is a good wolf, the other a bad wolf. The grandson asks who will win, and the grandfather says, “The one we feed.”
I was really inspired by this.
That story stuck with me. It rolled around in my mind and played in my subconscious. Then it came out combined with my own life experiences and flavors as a poem called “Who Will Win?”
Read the poem here: \”Who Will Win?\”
There is more to a poem’s story than what leads up to its creation, its birth. It becomes like a child with a life of its own. Things happen to and with the poem. People interact with the poem, and it touches them and becomes a part of their lives. Once it is written, it isn’t over… it just begins.
This poem went on to be one of the few chosen to be made into art work to be display at a TEDx event called TEDx Crestmoorepark, here in Denver Colorado. For those of you who don’t know about TED Talks, they are “Ideas Worth Spreading.” It is a concept of spreading ideas of technology, entertainment, and design, but has since spread to all kinds of subjects and industries of thought! My poem got to be a part of my first time as a guest Artist! It was seen by many not just that day, but it was live web broadcast that day and went around the world as a result.
Why I am sharing this one poem today is because of the lunar eclipse that happened this morning. Astrologically this moon is about the light and dark side of ourselves fighting within us. The idea and imagery made me think of this poem. I woke up wanting to write this and share it with you. So now this has become a part of the poem’s “story.”
Even now, as you read this, the poem is touching you, and becoming a part of your own story and life. Perhaps you share it. Perhaps it touches someone else. Sometimes I am blessed enough to find out the stories of what happens when people like you tell me. Ultimately, like all children, I have no control over where it goes, or what it does. But like any parent, I am proud of my poem. I hope you enjoy it.