by Jan Godown Annino
more time immersed in water
meals made without cooking them
less care with my looks
c. Jan Godown Annino
This summer I’m in the water more than usual, but also,
working with deadlines I didn’t expect.
Below, I’m sharing lines from a poem that feels suited to my writer self, from a poem which I have long-admired by Naomi Shihab Nye, a poet who I have long-admired for more than this one poem.
After her poem, “The Art of Disappearing,” I share links to more about her and also, short poetry from Nye’s students.
The Art of Disappearing
by Naomi Shihab Nye
….When someone you haven’t seen in ten years
appears at the door,
don’t start singing him all your new songs.
You will never catch up.
Walk around feeling like a leaf.
Know you could tumble any second.
Then decide what to do with your time.
c. Naomi Shihab Nye
For more please see Naomi Shihab Nye
and also, American Academy of Poets
Fourteen years ago Nye brought students to publication in
with perfect illustrations from Ashley Bryan.
If you remember family kerfluffles (usually the grownups) in tight summer quarters, this untitled one from then-student Amy S. A. is for you:
Untitled by Amy S.A.
The sky looks like the ocean.
The flowers smell like perfume.
But nobody’s happy.
c. 2000 Amy S.A.
That should be enough to help the grouchiest cottage-sharing grump
want to go sniff the roses.
Here is an excerpt of one by Karen A.L. from the same collection, in case your summer is sailing away too fast.
by Karen A.L.
Where does my free time go?
Does it fly off like a shooting star?
What if I don’t use it?
Does it feel neglected?
Or does it understand?
Is it all-encompassing?
Or know give-and-take?
Does it keep an alarm?….
c. 2000 Karen A.L.
POETRY FRIDAY swims along this week, watched over by Reflections on the Teche.