I'm taking a poetry workshop from Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer this month. She is amazing!
The prompt for this poem was "too much." Rumi's poem came too me very quickly as I reflected on the current state of our country. Our only path to survival is to sit down and listen to ach other.
These are the words from Rumi:
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
There is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
The world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
Doesn't make any sense.
And my poem:
Lies upon lies upon lies.
To the point that I question reality.
Stories of people
wrapped in lies
sprouting newer lies.
I feel pulled into a hole of despair.
Can we survive the onslaught?
I still believe in Rumi’s field where we can meet.
Where hearts open, souls gather and ears really listen.
I’ll meet you there.
