Poems can’t be rushed. It’s better to take your time and cultivate the words and images drawn together to express—as succinctly as possible-- what it is you really want to say, to show. Especially instances of beauty, cosmic pearls in our everyday lives like water droplets on a naked body. Or Tiger ice cream sunsets only seen on late evening drives over the Henday bridge. What about the swirling frost crystals collecting on the chest- nut fur of a squirrel? Or the chickadees upside down on thick mugo pine branches drooping from three feet of snow. It’s easy to get lost in the bogs of opposition and hate, but from time to time it’s okay to step away. An invitation: Will you join me as I quest for those precious blue, silver, white, and pink orbs? ~ Mady
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JoAnne
2/22/2022 09:55:29 pm
Beautiful
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Megan
2/23/2022 11:59:20 am
I love the meta talk about poems as a poem, you craft the imagery so beautifully.
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Mady
2/23/2022 05:44:50 pm
Thanks Megs!
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