I’m happy to share some exciting news! My forthcoming book of poetry, Space Between, will be available on December 1st, just in time for the holidays! I hope you will check it out and consider buying a copy for yourself, or more for your family or friends.
Writing poetry is not just a luxury for me; its a necessity. When spoken words fail me, poetry seeps from the most intimate spaces of my heart. Where there is confusion, I find clarity; where there is despair, I find hope; where I get lost in the past or future, I come home to the present. Poetry has been in my life since I was eight years old. Shortly after my memoir came out, my third grade writing teacher sent me a poem of mine she had held on to since I was her student. Seeing it reminded me of what a constant that form of expression has been for me—in my earliest years—and ever since.
I have been compiling poems over decades and finally decided it was time to put them into a book. I was touched that my writing teacher had saved that poem, so I included it and one other in the book, dyslexic spelling and all! Here it is as a preview:
“MUMY” AND ME
Mumy is so big and strong
if I’m whith Mumy, nothing can go rong.
I clench her big hand in my small one
and wish I was as big and strong as she
but then I think I would rather be me
besides someday I will be bigger than she.
Then I would look down at her
and she would look up at me
and then we’d smile
and then we’d lauf
and talk of old tims together
when she was big and I was small.
And here is one from my adulthood, also in Space Between.
A THREAD OF LOVE
Three years after my mother departed
I find myself again in her Little House
from where many of her adventures started.
A button has popped from my sleeve
and remembering her preparedness,
for things most people might not perceive,
I look for the usual basket
of wood or willow. There!
On the guest bedroom bureau I find it
with thread already in the needle,
knotted. And preparing to sew, I sit.
As the needle pierces the sleeve
I wonder if this was her last gift:
A thread of love to a mender of grief
whose sleeve got caught
climbing over some pasture fence.
She would have it ready for them
to help put back together
whatever came apart.
And as I sew I feel the mending
of a piece of my heart.
It is a particular pleasure to share this compilation of poetry with you as loyal readers of my Armchair Blog. You are a kind of extended family to me, sharing what matters. I love hearing from you and hope you will keep writing! While my poems don’t have the same questions-in-bold at the end, I hope they will elicit a similar response in your heart; a reminder of some image that you might have forgotten from your childhood, or earlier today; or a shared delight in pondering trees, that evoked your own kind of meaning. I hope my poems speak to you.
Do you write poetry?
If so, what are some of the reasons you write, and how does it serve you?