Poetry Saves Lives….

Write A Poem Today….

My godson who sometimes knows me better than I know myself sent me an unexpected gift of a book of poetry. It arrived on the flower full moon. While the author who curated the collection was indeed known to me, I had heard him speak reading his own work on NPR. I did not have a copy of any of his work and I certainly would not have purchased a hardback copy of the anthology for myself.

Dear readers as you know I love to read and am known by some for the depth of my passions and pleasures. I don’t have the ease of self-indulgence, so gifts of these sorts leave me speechless. The uninterrupted time I spend writing poetry and seeing connections between supposedly disconnected streams of events almost feels like sin.

Someone who gives you a gift chosen just for you speaks to how well that person may have been deeply influenced by being in your company. You may not know the impact, but you may also not be aware that who in the world you are can affect others.

One of the things I love about this book is that in the magic of opening it, I turned to two pages back to back that were poems about poets by poets all four of which I knew well.

I could hear their voices in my ear. Pages 353 and 354, how could I be so lucky. Perhaps I should play a Pick 3 lottery number. This could be no happenstance. A poets…