The task this Poetry Friday was to write a poem in conversation with one of our older poems (or to revise it) in keeping with our overall 2020 theme of hindsight/foresight.
Well. MUCH could be said about this year in hindsight. And I have a well of poems I've written (most with my poetry sisters) with which I could converse. But I wanted to go back to December of 2019, when our task was to write a poem of gratitude. I wrote such a poem, then. I was happy with it. But I also found a fragment of a poem from that challenge that I'd never finished (the first stanza below.)
Why not see where it led? Where does gratitude...even a fragment of gratitude... lead you?
I am grateful for
silence, marshmallow rich,
that grows as I walk, alone;
I can feel the silence expand
to the sky, to the half-moon,
to the constellations.
I am grateful for
evenings, tender-crisp,
on the edge of shared winter;
I can feel the night collapse
to the marrow of the earth,
to the well of oldest time.
I am grateful for
hearts, layers-deep
beating apart and together;
I can feel the rhythm move
us to our fingertips, to the end
of love’s reach.
----Sara Lewis Holmes (all rights reserved)
My poetry sisters' hindsight can be found here:
Poetry Friday is hosted today by Carol's Corner.
