I thought I’d tune up my blog a little, while I drink peach oolong tea and enjoy my last week of freedom. Next week I rejoin the ranks of the employed. Here’s another of my poems from last year’s August Postcard Poetry month, followed by the version that tumbled around in my brain and came through a bit more polished.
Participating in the postcard poem exchange was a terrific creative exercise… the task was to extemporaneously compose a poem inspired by the theme of a postcard and mail it off to another participant. At the end of the month you will have 31 such poems from others and a stash of 31 draft poems of your own. I’ll remind you when August rolls around this year- you may want to join me. Oh the joy!
This postcard of Kandinsky’s Panel for Edwin R. Campbell inspired me to write the poem titled All is Well, which was mailed to Beth in Minnesota.
Here is my revised version:
All is Well
The day turned
like a kaleidoscope.
White clouds pushed against grey,
then broke away into an azure sky
before the pattern of a violet evening
with its fractured edges of pink
rotated to deep midnight
with a white center.
Everything coming together.
Everything coming around.
All is well.
All is well.
A few wise thoughts for the new year…
The Four Agreements
1. Be impeccable with your word.
2. Don’t take anything personally.
3. Don’t make assumptions.
4. Always do your best.
~ don Miguel Ruiz, The Four Agreements: A Practical Guide to Personal Freedom
New year’s eve. I enjoy these hours before midnight when the world is balanced on the edge of the old year. As a young girl, it was the opportunity to fill the first blank pages of a new diary that appeared each Christmas, a gift from my thoughtful parents. 365 clean, blank pages and a tiny key to secure my thoughts.
The idea of 365 clean, blank days ahead is powerful.
I’ve heard so very many complaints this year by people who just don’t have the Christmas spirit. All this getting and spending lays people low. If you’re feeling down, rethink how you are spending your time, energy, and resources. Christmas gift-giving is lovely, but if you feel you have to buy someone a gift and you have to spend a certain amount- maybe you don’t really have to do either.
It’s spiritually depleting to expend so much time shopping. Spending time together, telling family and friends how much we love and appreciate them, and extending ourselves to lighten the burden of those who are struggling… isn’t that what it should really be about? Volunteer at the homeless shelters for people and animals. Become a mentor at the Literacy Council. There are endless possibilities- and not just for Christmas, but year round.
If you’re feeling kind of down this season – it’s a wake-up call, baby.
From those sultry summer days of the August Postcard Poetry Fest 2013, here are my unedited poems written in-the-moment as a lesson in creativity. Some not too bad, some not too good… I’m posting the original postcard poem, followed by the edited version. Here’s the first, with thirty-three or so to follow.
I began with this curious image. Here is the original poem:
I didn’t love it, but the challenge was to throw out your inner editor and see what spilled out. So today I reworked the postcard poem into something better:
We entrusted our hearts
like paper lanterns
to the current.
I stand at the river’s edge, again,
where the world
was once illuminated
by our words.
The only constant
is the moon’s image
on the water,
and above me,