That’s a line I learned in Mrs. Hughes Grade 8 English class. Crosby Heights Public School, Richmond Hill, Ontario. Thank you for this! (You never know how much impact you have on someone else’s life.

Lawrence Ferlinghetti wrote that and it appeared as a one liner in the poetry book we used – Tribal Drums.

(Sources: Wikipedia, Amazon.ca and Biblio.co New Zealand in that order!)

The last book is the one we used in school. I never thought to look for it when Emma and I were learning poetry together. Still, that book and Mrs. Hughes made a huge difference.

Another favourite quote was “Poetry is the truth in silk dresses” and I have no idea how I found that quote, but I used it…There was a third quote, too but I have no idea what it was anymore, except it might have had to do with silk cocoons. The idea was to decide which quote matched the poem in question. I do wish I could remember them!

So…why another post about poetry? I’m wondering, too. I am confronted almost daily with thoughts and feelings from my past and from relationships I have with my family. The process of sitting with the emotional responses has been difficult, to say the least. Yet somehow a poem popped out last week. Not sure I’m ready to share it on the open market just yet. Guttural sobs are pretty intense – and pretty painful.

I am pulled into the world of poetry – especially haiku – and I find it a balm , a covering for the hurt I carry in my soul. Writing haikus is somewhat challenging but at least they are short. Reading one, really sinking into it can be a visceral experience. And I want to write more – as life leads.

I went looking for an image of a haiku and I found the one above. I am on the list for a garden plot. My world was broken, but it is mending. If you want to try, click the link!

Sidenote:

I meant to write blogs for every day of Lent, but that is not happening. Still I have an experience to share and I know that it can help someone who is rebuilding life on a new foundation. Still haven’t eaten any cookies – and stroop waffles are NOT cookies, dammit!

Thanks for popping by!

Marcia