...quiet, about a lot of things...
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Broken Mirrors for Poetry Thursday
As I drove my youngest to school, twenty minutes later, I noticed the broken mirror glass swept to the side of my driveway. Five minutes later, I came really close, leaving rubber close, to an accident myself. A fender bender caused by two car loads of teenage boys. I thanked God that I had been driving this time, and not my daughter.
The day was not looking good.
And it just got worse. Poetry Thursday is calling it quits. Liz and Dana have taken this fine venture from seed to sprawling thicket..and I am guessing they need to prune a bit..so they can find the doors back to their own lives. I am happy to clear the way for them. They deserve a soft landing and an easy exit. I will miss this project so much....I can't tell you.
So thank you Dana and Liz.This doesn't seem sufficient. I need to tell you that because of you, I am writing poetry again. Because of you I am, just this very evening, starting to participate in a "REAL HUMAN" poetry workshop...actual people with eyes and ears and faces..not just words and thoughts and air. I am not sure that they will have the nurturing rules that you girls did. It may be brutal. It might be intimidating. I know it will not feel as safe as this whorl of the time space continuum has. It may be sharp and thorny.
I know I will feel hot. I know I will blush and stutter. I know I will want to cry. I will have to push myself out of my car.
You see, this is the real me...the QUIET me. The one you would never notice.
But it's time, girls, for all of us. It's time to leave the nest and leap. Notice I did not say fly...because when you first try...you fall..plunge really into the unknown. You go on faith and an indescribable quest to grow and find more and love more and write more.
Dear Dana and Liz, you did this for me. I will forever remember you and thank you profoundly, whenever I learn to fly.
At the start
though the ground
and there seems
You must look
the end in
Choose to be led,
in you greatest
moment of joy
to find a
and a small
I'm going to bring my flowers of thanks over to Poetry Thursday....
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