Gratitude
The Role of Poetry in Cultural Preservation and Heritage. Content Warning.
In the tapestry of human civilization, poetry stands as a vibrant thread woven with the colors of culture, tradition, and heritage. Through the ages, poets have served as custodians of the collective memory, preserving the stories, beliefs, and values of their ancestors in verse. In this exploration of the role of poetry in cultural preservation and heritage, we embark on a journey through time and space, tracing the echoes of heritage that reverberate in the poetic traditions of diverse cultures around the world.
By JOSIAH NWOKO2 years ago in Poets
Poetry in the Digital Age. Content Warning.
In the digital age, where bytes of data traverse cyberspace and virtual communities thrive, poetry has found a new canvas for expression on online platforms and social media networks. As poets navigate this digital landscape, they embark on a journey of discovery, exploring the possibilities and challenges of sharing their verse with audiences across the globe. In this exploration of poetry in the digital age, we delve into the nuances of navigating online platforms and social media for poetic expression.
By JOSIAH NWOKO2 years ago in Poets
Loving Hands
each crease, line, place, time, furrowed bits of a well worn kind, deep within memories cast, shadows fading ever fast, soft, safe in mother's hand, crossing to another's land, washing, raw, red, and chafed, all to keep another's space; bleeding, giving all you could, kneading life, for another's good; recipes bled between worn threads, all to keep the family fed, living on rations, ne'er to resign to the place your momma left behind, brushing hair, steaming dresses, all the while, braiding tresses, always ready, to use those hands to keep things steady, when they ached no one knew, you gave it all as your family grew, tender times, stitched within your heart of gold was strength that shined, you were so bold, you kept on going while other's wept, then one last time with your kitchen swept, your hands reached out and took in mine, dearest Grandma, my Valentine.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
