I should—according to someone somewhere—be wrapping presents or baking that lemon tart I promised my oldest son. I should be doing something festive! Something communal! I should be finding my solitude less delightful. None of these ‘shoulds’ belong to me, though. They pop sometimes on the periphery of my mind, but I’m mostly ignoring them. Instead, I’ve been relishing having a couple days to myself and have been writing rather a lot of poems. Here are a few of them—my gift to you this season. The first two were inspired by prompts (“the table” and “dreamscape”) from Kaitlin Curtice. The second two just rose up like smoke as I sat by a fire.
Thank you, Lisa, for making us a gift of your poems! There's something I really love in each one of them. Like "the reluctance of dawn." And "Someone / who knows / to sidle up to my / solitude / without making too much noise." Hoo boy, I get that one! And I'm pretty sure that someone is out there. :-) Wishing you many blessings in the new year.
Thank you, Lisa, for making us a gift of your poems! There's something I really love in each one of them. Like "the reluctance of dawn." And "Someone / who knows / to sidle up to my / solitude / without making too much noise." Hoo boy, I get that one! And I'm pretty sure that someone is out there. :-) Wishing you many blessings in the new year.
Beautiful! DooDad
Your poems are beautiful and clever. A generous, luminous holiday gift...thank you <3