Poetry is personal; it is not perfect nor does it need to rhyme: it is emotion and memory and meaning from your heart about what’s simple and yet important in your life. That’s what makes them profound, especially to the author– you.
The old adage, “Stop and smell the roses” has taken on new meaning as we, with our smart phones, do just that.
Sometimes we need a break, a time to just reflect on a moment — like today with sun melting the snow, revealing the browned grass, soaking its melt into the dormant earth as my kitten explored the outside for her first outing.
How about a poem?
You know they are there, on a branch, hiding. Perhaps you’ve planned a picnic, and you say, “Oh dear. I forgot the strawberry jam.” But when you get home, no jam. You just forget, shrug your shoulders. And back in…
adjacent
loosely joined
hearts open
gifts of kindness
yet standing strong
busy holding the world
with their hearts
in justice and love
