This week, we invite you to write a post — in verse or in prose — inspired by poetry. (A Weekly Challenge)

“The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost is my favorite poem — and I’m sure others would say the same. I think Frost had real intuition about what makes people tick, and for the ordinary beauty in life that we often pass by without a thought.

Take “Birches”, for example. Who but a poet would see swaying branches like “… girls on hands and knees that throw their hair/Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.”

Langston Hughes invites the reader to “see” what hopelessness looks like: Hold fast to dreams/ For if dreams die/ Life is a broken-winged bird/ That cannot fly./ Hold fast to dreams/ For when dreams go/ Life is a barren field/ Frozen with snow. How sad and desolate a person’s world without hope seems. It’s as if Hughes is drawing us a picture with chalk on butcher block paper — his words are visible.

Visibility is also the topic of Fog, a well-know poem by Carl Sandburg who loved keeping it simple: The fog comes/ on little cat feet.// It sits looking/ over harbor and city/ on silent haunches/ and then moves on.

In Scotland there’s a special heavy coastal fog called a “haar”. A really sunny warm day will produce a heavy evening fog as the cold ocean fights with the warm air.  Once, looking out our front window, we saw what look like a cloud advancing up the hill — like a giant cat prowling, moving slowly but purposefully until hardly anything was visible but the drops of water suspended in the heavy mist. Quite an amazing phenomenon.

haarI often think poets — and artists — see, hear, and interpret scenes and objects differently the most people. They are able to juxtapose elements that seem disparate and make them feel like they belong together like peanut butter and jelly. They show us not only the beauty or reality around us, but the endless possibilities of the written words.