A place to gather words before they get lost.
Because poetry is your greatest archeological tool — from 'Make No Apologies For Yourself' by Glenis Redmond https://poets.org/poem/make-no-apologies-yourself
Advent Of Love Dec 16
Pen, as pickax, and careful now with the feathered brush, sweep gentle, there's no push to rush, pin the string as contours, square by square by square, gather words on paper to discover the story: it's buried below surface, something deep inside there
Go toward the light always, be without ships — from The Lightkeeper by Carolyn Forché https://www.slowdownshow.org/episode/2022/10/05/777-the-lightkeeper
Advent Of Love Dec 15
Unmoored, often, with little more anchor, than anger
We drift, riding seas towards wherever they take us
Somewhere, a light shines, blinking in wonder above,
but we, the lost and lonely have yet to make contact
Sundays too my father got up early
— from 'Those Winter Sundays' by Robert Hayden
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46461/those-winter-sundays
Advent of Love Dec 14
Cold rainy mornings, he'd be awake, without me asking,
help me place bundles of newsprint into the car, then drive, quiet,
the radio stuck on the morning jazz station – Miles' muted horn, singing -
me, hopping out, outrunning raindrops to deliver to doorsteps
pulped press paper, bringing inked stories into the world
I miss the solar system’s symmetry ...
— from I Would Do Anything For Love, But Not by Traci Brimhall
https://www.slowdownshow.org/episode/2022/05/27/684-i-would-do-anything-for-love-but-i-wont
Advent Of Love Dec 13
Whatever happened to Pluto, anyway, the way it fell away from our gravitational pull, and became yet another object in orbit around the Sun, but when we were young, the smallest rock was the farthest our fingers could reach on the mural wall, our teachers would have us stretch on tippy toes until our fingers touched the very edge of the unknown
Remind me, he says to our family
— from “I Invite My Parents To A Dinner Party” by Chen Chen https://onbeing.org/poetry/i-invite-my-parents-to-a-dinner-party/
Advent of Love Dec 12
for I am forgetful of the intricacies, a frayed thread caught on the edge of woven wool, but you weave me like you know me, a story in the needle like pen to paper, even as I let you pull me taut
Memories surface ...
from 'If Being A Man Allowed For Emotion' by Junious Ward https://poets.org/poem/if-being-man-allowed-emotion
Advent Of Love Dec 11
My father brings me fishing, for the first time ever, sitting me down on the banks of the river, and I wait,
for what, I don't know, but I still remember the silence of the day, and then the hum of his fishing line
and how time let out, how the string would sing as it danced on water, as I sat there, quiet, watching, for what seemed like hours
Who said, hats and gloves, on a December morning that feels like April?
for Algot
But maybe it’s better this way — no puny pencil stub of a word
— from 'Bone of Bone and Flesh of My Flesh' by Ellen Bass https://onbeing.org/poetry/bone-of-my-bone-and-flesh-of-my-flesh/
Advent Of Love Dec 10
Me began again with Us, with You, my love - the one I trust, who leaned her body against the door, and kept it shut
“not a place, but a state of being, a song ...” – from South Side (V) by Taylor Byas https://poets.org/poem/south-side-v
Advent Of Love Dec 9
In the key of B-ing; seeing in song a memory of home, scribbled lines and flags and bodies and flow until the ending note's paused, slow
A mad-feathered moon and no sound at all
Blink / Gaze / Attend
The dancing in the theater of our mind's eye
The sky clears and all the stars circle
Purpose, seeds possibility
A Found Poem within Five Easy Pieces (prompt via Terry's daughter) https://impedagogy.com/wp/blog/2023/12/06/five-easy-pieces-2/