Welcome to poetry day on the blog. I recently discovered the poems of Jane Hirshfield. She says this about poetry:
“I don’t think poetry is based just on poetry; it is based on a thoroughly lived life.” – Jane Hirshfield
Sheep
Jane Hirshfield
It is the work of feeling
to undo expectation.
A black-faced sheep
looks back at you as you pass
and your heart is startled
as if by the shadow
of someone once loved.
Neither comforted by this
nor made lonely.
Only remembering
that a self in exile is still a self,
as a bell unstruck for years
is still a bell.
And this poem below is my own. (Write a poem today, yourself. It will deeply remind you of your own thoroughly lived life.)
Ash – wholly by me
Ash, you were born at a time that I felt a little lost,
And you came out of me, to bring me back to me.
You’re brave and curious and quirky and true,
you’ve helped me to process life and loss and love,
and the everyday banal humming,
along with the unimaginable events,
all of the usual and unusual matters that accumulate,
to make up measured time,
Five years of my lifetime.
Thank you for these five insightful, meaningful, awakening years, Ash.
Thank you for bringing me beautiful witnesses with their own wisdom.
Thank you for being a gentle holder of me and my own posterity.
Thank you for the purpose you give to me in the morning,
And the anticipation that you gift to me when I lie down to sleep.
Thank you for being my playground and my mirror and my muse.
I love you, Ash. Happy Birthday. May there be many more.
******Today is the five year anniversary of Adulting – Second Half (Ash). Thank you for your presence, and your attention, and your precious time, and your loyalty. Thank you for being a part of it all. It means the world. – Kelly
Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.