Welcome to Poetry Friday. We are so close to half way through the year. Does anyone know how to slow down time? This week Buffy at Buffy Silverman is sharing observations and thoughts about spring time. I love her photos and what she has cerated with the word 'time'.
Summer means swapping poetry with others. This past week, I had poetry mail from Tabatha. She has a teaser in her post for Mary Lee a couple weeks ago. Blessings. They are rather fun to write. This blessing from Tabatha speaks to anyone cultivating words. Yesterday I started collecting the poems that have lived on my blogs since 2006 and it indeed felt like I was a standing in a poem garden,
A blessing for those who cultivate words
by Tabatha Yeatts
May the sun find your seeds
and rain settle on your sprouts
and may you pick the weeds
of distraction and fear
from around your precious seedlings.
May you invite birds to sing
on your branches, bees to
circle your blossoms, and
praying mantises to stoutly
guard your growth.
May your fingers be nimble
as you stand before rows of bushes,
ripe with the fruit of your imagination.
May your feet tread
gently but firmly as you walk
the dirt paths between these overflowing bushes,
holding your words in your hands,
your pockets, and cradled
in the bottom of your shirt.
May you find the few you need
on the sparse bush that holds words
for hard times, for times when silence
are most necessary.
May you stand before
the one you never
thought would bear fruit
and feel the joyous
of seeing more than you can hold.
seeds of sprouts
nimble with imagination-
walk dirty paths
hold words in silence
~jone rush macculloch, 2021 draft
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