Poetry Friday for Feb. 8 is hosted by the wonderful Laura Purdie Salas!
I like the idea that a shape loved all over our world,
first came to people in Nature’s creations, such as fruit and leaves.
Drift gift from above
paper heart glows like sun
gilds the path
A few days after this New Year 2019, in wetlands woods of a nearby Florida park,
a leaf fell through air just ahead of us.
The wind sent other paper-thin treasures aflutter from towering trees to join leaf litter
on the old forest’s floor. But this emissary glowed in the gray and brown setting.
When we reached the spot where it lay, my urge was to pick it up.
I looked, looked, looked.
I left the heart, in hopes it could charm someone else on the path.
Rise to greet the twenty-four
clay mug cradles gingered tea
knitted love cushions potter’s heart
When my husband and I tip up our mugs, a wee heart peeks out from the base.
Each handle is half of a heart too, an additional spark of love when we examined
our gifts, created by our daughter far away at college.
To begin work, I set down this mug of love, resting it on a knitted heart
created by Laurel, our longtime dear pal of Florida, gone to Connecticut.
(miss you, Anna & Laurel!)
(Are you sticking to the west world syllable guide of 5-7-5 for haiku? As you can see from above, not me!)
Poet Georgia Heard creates a way into authentic writing with HEART MAPS.
February feels like a copacetic month for entry into the wisdom &
magic of heart mapping.
I’m a beginner (have just one, which I must share with the intendeds, before here.)
A great modern classic- I hope you’ve read it – is LOVE LETTERS by Arnold Adoff with
illustrations from Lisa Desimini, my friend. I have previously written a valentine to this
picture book, here.
And I always love to share the love these two creators lavish on children
with these fun love poems for school-age readers & their teachers & families.
Not. To. Miss.
Below, links to three of a seashore full of tributes about love of the work of poet Mary
Oliver who passed on in January. I’ve taken to some of her poems,
but in reading just a bit about her after her death
(in Florida, where she had spent her last years)
I understand I want to catch up in study of her life story and poetry path.
I love this,
from her essay “Wordsworth’s Mountain.”
“But dawn—dawn is a gift. Much is revealed about a person by his or her passion, or indifference, to this opening of the door of day. No one who loves dawn, and is abroad to see it, could be a stranger to me.” – Mary Oliver
Appreciations for links to your Mary Oliver post in comments, or that of recommended
ones you saw out & about.
And of course, other thoughts, including of this ♥ season, are so welcome.
I expect to be here Friday Feb. 22 with a give-away of
the brand-newest from creative team
Rebecca Kai Dotlich & Florida’s own Fred Koehler. Hope you don’t miss this!
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