UNTIL SUCH TIME
My trio of tubes
were machined
to make music.
I hang inside
silent
dreaming of breezes
gathering dust.
In my bones,
I hum.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015
Carol, at Carol's Corner, will join me again this year as often as possible.
Kimberley, at iWrite in Maine, is joining me this month.
Kay, at A Journey Through the Pages, is joining, too!
Of maple leaves and hawks...
Steve, at inside the dog, is sharing his poems
in the comments at Poetrepository.
Heidi, at my juicy little universe, will join us when she can.
Linda, at TeacherDance, will join as often as she can.
Check the comments at A Year of Reading or Poetrepository for her poems.
Kevin (Kevin's Meandering Mind) is back this year,
leaving poetry trax in the comments.
Jone, at DeoWriter, is doing a "double L" challenge.
She and I are cross-poLLinating our challenges whenever possible.
I can hear the silent hum. I love the line "dreaming of breezes gathering dust."
ReplyDeleteHere is my poem about Acceptance
Every morning, I can hardly wait to get to my computer, to see what surprises you have waiting. Today's is a good one. I love this. A totally surprising image to go with the theme. That worker bee title (how do you always manage to do that?). And those killer last lines. In my bones/I hum. Breathtaking. Gorgeous. Perfect. As always.
ReplyDelete"Acceptance"
Eight years old
stubby fingers
peel the card
golden brown,
scrolling medieval letters,
border of turquoise and maroon.
from under the glass
on my mother's walnut dresser.
God grant me
the serenity
to accept the things
I cannot change
courage
to change the things I can
and wisdom
to know the difference.
Mama, what does this mean?
"Someday you will understand,"
she says.
"Someday
you will understand."
And she takes the card
from my hands
and slides it back under the glass.
"Leave it there,"
she says.
"I need it."
Half a century later
I need that prayer too.
But I need a few more lines.
God, help me to trust
that all is good
when life
and my dreams
are on two
completely different
opposite moving
trajectories.
And grant me the patience
to accept
when change
comes more slowly
than the Colorado River
carving the Grand Canyon
over all those
millions of years.
Most of all, God,
grant me
joyendurancejoy
to smile and laugh
past the never ending
sorrow ache
in the pit of my soul.
(C) Carol Wilcox, 2015
joyendurancejoy. Book ends. We must find joy at each end of all that we endure. Love this.
DeleteI pray for that serenity for you, Carol.
DeleteI think about you every day Carol. I wish for you that joyendurancejoy. Hugs.
DeleteWhen I saw today's word, acceptance, I was compelled to write about my cat, Hadley.
ReplyDeleteAnd I love today's image and poem. Love the alliteration in the first stanza and then the wonderful conclusion, "In my bones, I hum."
DeleteI read this three times as I teach my students to do. Each time I found something new. Spring is not here yet to ring those chimes gently in the breeze.
ReplyDelete... "except," he said
ReplyDeleteand I quickly replied, "Ok"
only to add to the confusion
of the word he meant
to say, which no doubt was as an extension
of further thoughts before I cut him
off to accept something incomplete,
except I didn't know it at the time
I accepted it.
Kevin
Love "in my bones, I hum." I have a set of chimes that are catching the breezes these days and making zen-like tones.
ReplyDeleteI've just been catching up on your PO-EMotions. So much richness - wow! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteI will have acceptance in my poem tomorrow and possibly joy. I liked the
ReplyDeleteI am so enjoying your poetry and the images that go along with your words. In my bones I hum...beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWow, this is stunning.
ReplyDeleteOh. Wow.
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