2016 is a crisp sheaf of days to be filled with complications, kindnesses, and an abundance of charms. On new year’s eve there’s a hopefulness in the gift of weeks and months ahead. The pen is poised and we have an opportunity to lay down a life of beauty and gratitude.
I like to glide confidently into the new year knowing that when things are difficult, as they often are, there’s still the day’s first coffee, Beethoven, squirrels, Stanley Kubrick films, ghost stories, the moon, pets who adore us, ice cold martinis, the smell of rosemary, and a few people who get me. Your list may vary, but like mine, I’m sure you could also go on and fill a notebook with your favorite small pleasures. My wish is that your days are filled with these necessities.
Another from August 2014… extemporaneously composed onto the postcard- an edited version just below.
jump in, they said
the water’s fine, they said
and I did
trying not to drown
the water was fine
I was fine
You can find more information on August Postcard Poetry Festival for 2015 here.
As August marches toward September, a continued look back at 2014’s postcard poems:
Oh hazy summer,
how I’ll miss your bright days
and brilliant studded nights,
the smell of grass and of charcoal,
and long kisses in the shadows of trees.
From August Postcard Poetry Fest 2014…
Fill your sails
with roguish winds
cross the wild waves
travel caped in sea spray
Here’s another poem that made its way on a postcard in 2014:
Huzzah, I say
Huzzah for all things
that didn’t come to pass
In their absence were the spaces
left open for other, better,
You can find more information on the August Postcard Poetry Festival for 2015 here.
While August Postcard Poetry Fest 2015 is in full swing, here’s another from last year. The original and an edited version below.
I watched it spill over
into a future without me.
It was best to let it go.
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Here’s one that made its way to Bay City (Rollers), MI:
The tide sweeps our steps from the soft sand
and the days erase the bright months of summer.
Only the beach is constant.
You can find more information on the upcoming August Postcard Poetry Festival for 2015 here.