Last week, I had something to share, but no time to read through the roundup and be a part of the community.
This week, I am longing for our community, and planning to snuggle up with laptop and hot tea tomorrow morning to rejuvenate my soul with your postings...but I have nothing to say.
Which is not exactly true, because for some reason, typing the word COMMUNITY this morning makes me tear up and sniffle. I belong here in a way that I don't belong in any other facet of my life. I am thankful for this community.
I searched through my poems and nothing came up for "community," so I tried "together" and got a poem that says much about community. It is from Laura Shovan's Found Object Poem Project last February, and is a good reminder to self that while I can't/won't stop writing #haikuforhealing, I need to get back to writing other poetry as well. Are there events or challenges going on/coming up that I can join to jumpstart my poembrain?
Photo by Laura Shovan |
Mysteries
The mysteries of the world are myriad.
Sometimes they look like little balls of butter.
Sometimes they clump together in the shape of South America.
The mysteries of the world puzzle us.
They make us take our glasses off and look so close
we dust our noses with them.
The mysteries of the world hold hidden ripeness.
Each might contain a new life,
or the possibility to change the weather patterns of the entire world.
The mysteries of the world cast shadows.
Hovering above, they block the sun
and send a chill through us as they pass over.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016
The Poetry Friday Roundup this week is hosted by Keri at Keri Recommends. She sent me the most wonderful "suitable for framing" poem postcard! Mine will go out this weekend, so if your mailbox has been empty...my bad. Here they come!