Daily Writing Inspiration
Our writing quote of the day is brought to you by Joy Harjo.
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Inspirational Poetry Quote
Poets have to be inside their poems somewhere, or the poem won’t work.
Joy Harjo is one of my favorite poets. She’s a wonderful performer who enjoys combining her words with music: whether it’s a full band, a drum, or just her voice and a saxophone, Harjo finds creative ways to deliver the messages she has been given.
Mixing generational, personal, and collective narratives, she weaves us through worlds that are simultaneously of this place and beyond it.
Harjo’s poems confront trauma head-on: racism and sexism are dismantled through Native American culture, mythology, and poetics. Earth, dust, sky, sand, water, ground: every element of this earth, this universe, this life has its place in this struggle.
Harjo does not shy away from the fact that living is a battle. In fact, she embraces it, embraces her friends, her enemies, her loves, and those of us who remain unknown. We are fighting to reclaim ourselves, to be healed. The earth is renewed through her poetry–and in the process, so are we.
Enjoy one of my many favorite poems by Harjo, “This Is My Heart.”
This Is My Heart
This is my heart. It is a good heart.
Bones and a membrane of mist and fire
are the woven cover.
When we make love in the flower world
my heart is close enough to sing
to yours in a language that has no use
for clumsy human words.
My head, is a good head, but it is a hard head
and it whirs inside with a swarm of worries.
What is the source of this singing, it asks
and if there is a source why can’t I see it
right here, right now
as real as these hands hammering
the world together
with nails and sinew?
This is my soul. It is a good soul.
It tells me, “Come here forgetful one.”
And we sit together with lilt of small winds
who rattle the scrub oak.
We cook a little something
to eat, then a sip of something
sweet, for memory.
This is my song. It is a good song.
It walked forever the border of fire and water
climbed ribs of desire to my lips to sing to you.
Its new wings quiver with vulnerability.
Come lie next to me, says my heart.
Put your head here.
It is a good thing, says my soul.
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