Poetic Friday/Saturday means I must put different words to my thoughts – words carefully chosen, weeded out from their neighbors, words that sit in a strange order and meet each other in an unexpected rhythm. Poetry is the wondrous music of loving words. Won’t you share your poetry too (I’d love to read it)?
an ode to the hard things (by Hilary Sherratt)
I love you:
hearts I can’t understand
doors that lock and bolt
ocean of time and separation
wind shattering a window in a storm.
It is winter,
rain lashes at my face in early morning.
My boots drip onto the new pavement.
I carry youe questions in my wide eyes.
Then I bless you: the hard things no one wishes for –
you with your aches
and bruises, with your wondering
You are the oyster shells of the world:
I see your pearl.
And one from a favorite poet of mine:
The Thing Is
by Ellen Bass
to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.