While doing my daily Calm, Tamara Levitt talked about how poetry is healthy to heal wounds, relieve stress.
If you’re curious grab your writing instrument of choice and write as fast as you can for half a page, let the words fall from your fingers, let them plop on the page. Throw up, throw a tantrum, Ramble and jumble your way to the middle of the page. It’s ok to write a full page, and if you can’t stop, continue until you do.
Now go through what you wrote and find bits and pieces that you like. Highlight or under line them. Could be a word, could be a phrase. Gather them up, arrange them on the page. The poem that follows was done just that way, and it may not resonate with you, it may bore you to tears, it might tell you why you’ve always hated poetry, but for me, it’s a note from myself, a hint or a clue on what to do, where to look.
Tonight I have a date with my wife, to sit on the deck and watch the sun set. It’s the first time since the Autumnal Equinox that the sun sets on the ocean, just past Pedro Point. She’s headed north, where she’ll reach the end of her travels on summer solstice. She’ll pause to enjoy the long artic days before racing back for the Autumnal Equinox when she’ll set behind Pedro point for the next six months. My wife and I will hold hands, watch the sun set and bask in the glow of our 34th wedding anniversary.
It’s sunset. Hold my hand
relief from trimmings of panic,
shelves gone empty let the
train stop at your door
for a long cup of tea
get that fun back in your step
There there, there’s time
stage lit for progress
believe the words
tell our story, would you like to guess
sun sets on the ocean tonight
so we’re talking angels,
yes, white winged,
Facet, filled to the brim
safe and sound
in the wake
One thought on “It’s sunset. Hold my hand”
Yow! great words, tumbling from your fingers into the heart of my mind and memories of being there in the sunset shimmering in flowing waves of joy!
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