Well, Poets, here we are in the month of and for poetry (here in the US).
I'm not sure what greeting works best:
Merry Poetry Month
Happy Poetry Month
Good Poetry Month
Positively Pleasing Poetry Month to You
We're poets...what do you think?
I wish you a productive and stress-free month. In past years I have felt a bit of pressure in April to be more in some way. I'm learning to let go of that and just enjoy.
I have a treasured box of letters one of my grandmothers wrote to our family decades ago. Each day of April, I will select one letter to use as inspiration for a poem. I might not write a poem every day...but every day I will read a different letter and jot down words and connections that begin a poem for me. I aim to complete some poems to share on Poetry Fridays.
Whatever your plans for this month, enJOY.
Our Inklings are kicking off Poetry Month with a prompt from Mary Lee:
"Use “The Thing Is” by Ellen Bass as a mentor text. Keep the title, but choose a theme/message either from your own life or from current events."
The Thing Is
BY ELLEN BASS
to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you down like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.
Poem copyright ©2002 Ellen Bass, "The Thing Is," from Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems, (Grayson Books, 2017). Poem reprinted by permission of Ellen Bass and the publisher.
My take on The Thing Is...
The Thing is
Peace signs, besieged, fall
all around us, hands pressed
to faces, sobbing.
Peace signs ignored
with hard unmet eyes
blasting god knows what.
Senseless, we miss
crocus in the snow
Peace be to you
a unequally divided pie
And also, with you
Sleeping, newborn babe
If that mockingbird won’t sing
No paper crane on my shoulder
Olive branches, plowshares
fingers waving Vs in the air
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
(c) Linda Mitchell 4/1/22
As much as I am drawn to the stars, I'm finding I'm also drawn to the people also drawn to stars...especially women who had to determinedly carve out places in the scientific community to study space. Mary Golda Ross is one of these women. Here's what The Smithsonian has to say about Ross. The latest poem on the padlet is about her. https://padlet.com/mitchellhubeimom/4bzbfu2cg5k7awk5
Thanks and applauase for Tabatha Yeatts for her anthology prowess in creating Imperfect II: poems about perspective. anthology for middle schoolers. She has compiled another great book of poems that I'm delighted to have contributed to. It's available this month!
Now I'm skipping off to read blogs around the Poetry Friday blogosphere. I haven't been able to read as many as I like these days. I'm hoping to get to more...especially those new poets joining in. Inkling Heidi is hosting our round-up today at My Juicy Little Universe.
More 'The Thing Is...' poems can be found at:
Reflections on the Teche
Reading to the Core
Nix the Comfort Zone
Another Year of Reading