It's Friday. Let's share poetry. Thank you, Buffy, for rounding up all links so that we can share even more this first night of Hannukah in a second week of advent. What a delicious time of year.
I am a fortunate poet to be able to share a poem in conversation with Tabatha who sent me the most delightful package of Winter Poetry Swap goodies.
First, the poem. I'm delighted that Tabatha took a line from a duplex I wrote to spark her own duplex of response. It becomes our poem to share with you.
Clear The Wreckby Tabatha Yeatts
from a line by Linda Mitchell
Poets throw lines to clear the wreck
concealed in the secret sea.
We discover the ship, sunk in the sea,
Half-whole, half-hidden by sand.
Other poets, faces hidden by sand,
wield pens to pry open portholes.
Pry them open! What resides inside
that barnacled hull? What treasures await?
Lost treasures scuttle from sight and page,
Will there be enough air for the search?
As we search, our attention divides
between our breath and pens in hand.
Trusty pens dig through rubble
tossing dreck aside. So much debris!
The ship's debris lies heavy and cold.
We turn the pens on high, watch it scatter.
Pile high the spoils! Time to ascend.
Poets throw lines to clear the wreck.
Tabatha also fed my latest obsession of mixed media art by sending along some fun and arty scrapbooking papers to play with along with a box of AFFIRMATORS! 50 Affirmation Cards to Help Yourself--without the self-Helpy-Ness!
Oh, boy do I feel seen, Seen, SEEN!
And, it's pretty great. I thought I'd share an affirmation card with you all and see where it takes you in your writing. If something sparks...please share!
Nothing is Wasted
No experience is ever wasted--even if
what I'm working on turns out to be a total
dumpster fire. When I spend time on a
project, it's always* good practice. Plus, it
makes me better at making whatever-that-
thing-is. And if what I was trying to make was
a dumpster fire, then I'm already five steps
ahead of the game.
*Well, at least 98.7% of the time.