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Poetic bliss…

Poetry and I have a long standing relationship.

When I was a child I spent hours writing poems in journals, sometimes I would even put them to music. Somewhere in my rambling house is a series of journals filled to the brim with the least discerning poetry ever written. Some of it is good, I remember, but most of it is the kind of stuff that makes one think of Sweet Valley High novels.

Then I took a break from poetry. I learned technical wordsmithing and stepped away from the comforting world of creative writing.

Then I discovered Haiku Fridays, right here on this blog, in 2006. I spent a lot of time writing Haiku while my kids played at my feet.

Lately the poetry has been flowing again, demanding attention by waking me up in the middle of the night with fully formed verses demanding a paper and pen.

I’ve given in.

As of the first week of February I am taking a hiatus from the gallery and spending a year collaborating with a sister spoonie on a book of poetry.

To begin the journey I have been honored to have some of my work shared by the Southern Plains Land Trust. You can view it here: https://twitter.com/SouthernPlains/status/1356307578230226944?s=20

You should also keep your eye out for some of those Haiku I was talking up. I created a series of Valentines ecards for a February fundraising campaign.

Stay safe loves.

1000 in a single day…

One thousand people
passed away in just one day
souls in flight and gone.

One thousand hearts stop
one thousand families cry
for just one more day.

Yet anti maskers
cry of lost freedoms, crowding
us closer to death.

Their loved ones will mourn
when they lie alone and dying
viruses don’t care.

Broken… a haiku

muscle memory

sense of who you are inside

liars, all of them.

 

new limitations

heartbreaking in their number

pull you down, down, down.

 

despair becomes you

inner screaming, outer smile

hide it from the world.

 

learn to be broken

make mosaics of your self

see beauty in cracks.

 

be your creator

build something new within you

make your broken whole.

 

new self emerges

introduce yourself proudly

you have survived.