2017 feels poetic, doesn’t it?
I remember learning poetry in school. Even when I could tell a poem was important, or powerful, I struggled to understand what it meant. From the lyric poetry of the Greeks, to Elizabethan sonnets, to Haiku, it always left me a bit… lost.
I’m not sure if it was life experience, a wider choice of poems, or the release of my need for everything to make logical sense, but all of a sudden poetry became amazing. I not only heard it with my ears, I felt it with my body. My heart sang, YES!
My daughter had to learn and perform a poem for school this week and it was a great reminder of how much pleasure it brings me. (She did great, btw.)
Today, I share with you a gift I received from a treasured advisor, that shifted me off of a pointless path, as well as a piece that greeted me out of sleep, just before the recent snowfall around my house.
Wishing you blossoms of delight from the poetry of your life,
Pascale
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Clearing
by Martha Postlewaite
Do not try to save
the whole world
or do anything grandiose.
Instead, create
a clearing
in the dense forest
of your life
and wait there
patiently,
until the song
that is your life
falls into your own cupped hands
and you recognize and greet it.
Only then will you know
how to give yourself
to this world
so worthy of rescue.
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Contrast
by Pascale Kavanagh
A solitary span of broad black wings
circles and loops in an all white sky.
Snow below and clouds above
unite the spectrum into a single shade.
Blur the edge between here and there.
Without contrast, what is free
and what is lost?