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Today's challenge is to engage with poetry. As always, you have choices; as always, let me suggest you take two or three if you've time.
I feel vaguely obligated to tell you all the reasons why poetry is Really Good for Your Mental Health, but not so much that I'm willing to delay bedtime any longer. You'll have to trust me.
tonight's moon: a ready muse |
- mail it to a friend
- tuck it into a menu at a restaraunt or
- print it out and post it somewhere
- put it in a pretty envelope addressed "for you"and leave it in a public place
- post it on Facebook
- read it to someone you like
- share it here in the comments section
Find more inspiration, including poetry generators, at languageisavirus.com
Poem of the day:
You Reading This, Be
Ready
Starting here, what do you want to remember?
How sunlight creeps along a shining floor?
What scent of old wood hovers, what softened
sound from outside fills the air?
Starting here, what do you want to remember?
How sunlight creeps along a shining floor?
What scent of old wood hovers, what softened
sound from outside fills the air?
Will you ever bring a better
gift for the world
than the breathing respect that you carry
wherever you go right now? Are you waiting
for time to show you some better thoughts?
than the breathing respect that you carry
wherever you go right now? Are you waiting
for time to show you some better thoughts?
When you turn around,
starting here, lift this
new glimpse that you found; carry into evening
all that you want from this day. This interval you spent
reading or hearing this, keep it for life -
new glimpse that you found; carry into evening
all that you want from this day. This interval you spent
reading or hearing this, keep it for life -
What can anyone give you
greater than now,
starting here, right in this room, when you turn around?
starting here, right in this room, when you turn around?
~ William Stafford ~
See you Friday-- now go poet!
Jana
Today's vid is Shakespeare's sonnet 130, read by the luscious-voiced Alan Rickman, with kinetic typography by Gideon Burton.
2 comments:
PINING by KIESA
Silver needles sting
but white pine needles soft as rain
brush against my fingertips
yesterday my car collided
with a tree and fiberglass flew
everywhere I screamed terror tore but the tree stood steady
somehow unscathed
from that moment forward
everything altered
I saw that I could die in an instant
so today I walk in the woods
the black dog beside me
I take up my fiddle merrily
formed from spruce and maple
now my comfort against cold memory
some trees stand solidly growing in one spot as wind caresses them
others transform
as for me if I were a tree
I'd be a fiddle
KIESA KAY
Hug O'War
I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.
Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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