Fold the year’s paininto renzuru--everything you lost lockedin the heart,head full of yearning,embarrassmentslike showy tailfeathers,all your melodies memorizedin the wings.Keep your crane of ghostsand minor chordscreased in your notebook,carry it with you,stashed in your pillow for dreaming.
Sharing an older poem that seems both topical and timely.
Let's hope our 2018 notebook is more hopeful than the 2017 one. Always a pleasure to read you, my friend.
ReplyDeleteI want a much brighter notebook for the new year... Beautiful writing
ReplyDeleteThis is 2017 expressed as prettily as possible considering the grimness of it. I am dreaming of a better 2018 for us all.
ReplyDeleteWhat a superb analogy!! I love the whole idea behind the poem, and it is good advice too.
ReplyDeleteLove the advice at the end, Marian. Beautifully eloquent write!❤️
ReplyDeleteI think that some my stuff might be a bit bulky for a pillow... but it is a great advice.
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