Poetry and Prose by #1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow, Co-Author of #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, and Jan/Feb 2022 Spillwords Press Author of the Month
I wrote two poems with the word prompts from Twitter this week. Here is the second one.
I explore the depths of the wind and the space that lives in between this moment and the next
a balance of learning and of unlearning arises again
when minimal expectations are drawn together like a bow
representing the shadow of words left behind to sow
We are at that time of year in the Pacific Northwest when the hiking trails begin to dry out, and hiking becomes something that I will take part in each week. For those of you who’ve followed me for years, you know how much I love to be out in the forest and at the coast, two of my favorite places, regardless of where I am living and or visiting.
Here are some pics from my first short hike of the season.
For those of you celebrating Easter, Happy Easter, for those celebrating Ramadan, Ramadan Mubarak, and for all of you, may your day, and week be peaceful, and full of love.
I am not jealous of the rocks that dwell deep in the ocean bed they have nothing to covet; nothing to look forward to (scoff) but for sore backs from laying stiff under kelp beds in seagrass– as threshing sea-doormats — and perhaps of sand in their eyes but I suppose I’m predisposed to how heavy its shoulders must be when my avant-garde gauge is the emptiness I suffer after yet one more mate left my bed I met a starfish at the shore the other day when my shoulders were laden with pity and boy, was I surprised with the story she shared! she named a rock in the intertidal zone that dreamed about being a rock in Mt. Everest where he’d lay under a female Juniper tree in the forested zone, no less, to wait for Juniper to drop him her berry-cones
“Don’t ask,” the pink starfish exclaimed, rolling her eyes before she continued, “but he is lots of fun and such a loving rock; everyone respects him– we hope to keep him grounded and curious. We cannot make him change, but we can make him grow aware of his unrealistic expectations,” she said, and then she left with the tide shouting I-don’t-know-what at me and that she’d write her rock a love poem How curious, thought I of the soliloquy that even rocks have dreams to profess curious-er still about the rock’s recklessness to plant ideas into the heads of sea stars Is that what life’s like at the bottom of the sea?
Today I met a rearing Adélie penguin pair hit with a dire dearth of rocks to steal– they have their eyes on the stones at the bottom of the oceanic crust but by golly, those are unwieldy and immerse too deep to even try “We’re the pebble poachers in these lands,” the female told me, “with brave dreams of getting our hands on those stones.” “Stones that just lay on sea beds– doing nothing,” offered the male. Then, just as they came, they ran off to write each other love poems. I nodded, supposing I understood their plight. Is it thievery when this couple could put those rocks to good use– and grant the rocks a purpose to be? All for the sake of their offspring?
As I trudged home, my shoulders felt lighter I didn’t know I didn’t know– but now I know! Thinking hard about being jinxed by getting the feted short end of the stick in life which amounts to not having someone to cohabit my bed with at night Is my qualm due to quixotic expectations? Do I need more lessons from the sea? Perchance now I’m more ready to give it one more try I’ll start today by writing to myself a love poem.
Gift From The Sea was inspired by the poem Ocean’s Rocks. You can read more of Selma’s poetry atSelma.
I am sharing one more collaborative response poem tomorrow morning, and then will post one of my poetic responses each day the rest of next week, which will make 30 days in a row of poetry for the Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow: 30 Poems in 30 Days Collaboration.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart to all of the amazing poets that participated in this collaboration, and to all of you for being here, reading, liking, and commenting on the posts. It’s been so much fun!
Stay tuned to this blog for a Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow: 30 Poems in 30 Days Collaboration wrap-up post, and for details about my next initiative, by month’s end.Thank you.