Today, sitting with
“through this door:
wisconsin in poems”,
I was reminded how poetry can open our eyes to the small things. I am grateful for the poets, editors, and the space to see—to read, to write—something new…🧡
How is it that words
so carefully,
so soulfully gathered,
sometimes reduce me?
Perhaps the point
is to be drawn into the silence
of the space—
the poet’s room—where
something seemingly small
is perceived, witnessed,
regarded,
and given rhythm,
beats,
life,
opening our eyes—
to prod, to prick, to soothe—
to see what’s in front of us,
to leave behind
a head-full, heart full,
of small thoughts and whispers…
It may be the beginning or the ending—the opening or closing—
but the filling takes place in the middle,
where we’re opened up to see
the sparrow of great worth,
the meaningful word,
the life in everything
that matters.
Isn’t it the quality of that word—
that life—
that gives it worth?
The poet helps us
to better see the
small things in life…
and the life in small things,
so that I am able to whisper:
Please take from me
my ego-driven demand to be seen,
and in its place,
let me see better.
Then I give thanks
for the poets.
🤍
Deb, So good! Would you mind if I share it? Social media…Thank you!!MarkSent from my iPhone
Mark, Of course not. Thank you for asking. Thank you for sharing.
These are lovely thoughts, Deb.
Lovely!
Oh my! Words drawing us into silence…wow. Yes! Inviting reflection and contemplation. Thank you, Deb! ❤️
Thank YOU, Victoria. 🥰
Xo! ❤️
Thank you. 💞
Thanks, Larry.
❤️
You have a gift, Deb, of burrowing deep into introspection and finding rich treasure of meaning. Yes, indeed, thank God for the poets–like you!– who help us see things with new perspective and gratitude!
Your words are a gift, Nancy. Thank you.