#PoetryMatters Day 30: #Just
#PoetryMatters - Sunrise:
☀️ how the sun blazes
for everyone
just so joyfully
as it rises☀️
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#PoetryMatters #tree
“....What joy it was, that almost found me?
What amiable peace?
Then it was over, the wind
Roused up in the oak trees behind me...”
#AdelesMayMashUp Day 31: This Mary Oliver poem has a #ThisIsTheEnd vibe to it. Closed Today. I‘m taking the day off.
A favourite poet of mine, lately I've been reading two or three of these poems, first thing each morning. Mary Oliver treads a path between craft and grace and, paying attention primarily to aspects of the natural world encountered in her daily life, she expresses deep feeling here but without a lot of noisy and exhausting human drama.
She is one of those treasured writers who enable me to love this life more.
Sparrows, silver birches, the ducks at the modest local pond... they have my heart, as do my nearest and dearest, but the human world in general I struggle with. So that's another reason I read, to get to know Sunja, Mitya, Lyra, Jane: to love better.
I thought the Littens might appreciate this one!
#poetryeveryday
Reading poetry in the park at lunchtime with sunlight peeking through leaves on my book's pages is perfection.
It's been a very rough week, and this is soothing my soul.
#SeasonsReadings2016 #poetry @RealLifeReading
At point in my life where I give books away to read with "pass it on" directive, so all poetry I have left:
... and it flew off as my mind sang out oh, all that loose, blue rink of sky, where does it go to and why?
[from the poem The Real Prayers Are Not the Words, But the Attention that Comes First]
Thanks to @Broke_Girl_Reads for getting me into a Mary Oliver frame of mind. I just adore her poetry and take so much comfort and inspiration from her words. #poetry #queerbooks💗