11.15.2012

sister-poet

for Kerry
buoy me, sister-poet
cram all your words
into yon flagon
fling it seaward
my impoverished muse
   desirous
requires heartening

waft my way
steady as you come
leagues across
wash up on my shore
before your message
   ebbs
buoy me, sister-poet

let’s clasp hands
   sister-poet

Poem #15 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans.

12 comments:

  1. This is so lovely, Marian. "waft my way, steady as you come"......very beautiful!

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    1. thank you, sister-poet. let's sail off! xoxo

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  2. My dear friend, it would be so easy... a few words, a good cork, a strong toss. What is an ocean? It just takes up space between your land and mine.

    This is a wonderful gift this Friday morning! I'm going to print it out and stick it in a prominent place where it can continue to inspire me every day.

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    1. dear kerry, i was so touched by your use of the phrase "sister-poet" in your comments on the last poem i posted, i couldn't let it go. i'm so grateful for you! and i'm grateful for your invitation to join such a strong group of (mostly) sister-poets in our amazing community of writers and friends. so thank you for that, too.
      ahoy, sister-poet! i'd say won't it be nice when we sit down to (actual, not virtual) tea together one day, but that makes it sound like there is lack. which i do not think there is. so i sip my coffee to you this morning! xo

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    2. We will be in the same space-time paradigm one day. Of that I am certain. But this sisterhood of poetry does bind us closely in a tangible dimension beyond the physical. It's an amazing thing - and I am so grateful that I get to hangout with so many wonderful people everyday.













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  3. Our sisterhood is so very important to us <3

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  4. Blow me away!
    This is the feeling I had interviewing Kerry, to whom I actually said "this all is making want to stay in your town and to hang out with you," to which she uttered a welcome which surprised me because she is so private . . . but perhaps she doesn't think I will call her bluff.
    "my impoverished muse
    desirous
    requires heartening"
    Ample reason to join her for tea.

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    1. I'm private on the webs, Susan, but would be thrilled to meet all my poet friends in person.

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  5. i'm so grateful for all my sister-poets! xoxox

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  6. while I am not a sister poet, I do consider myself lucky to be called "Friend". It buoys me in so many ways.

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