Blessed by your gift of words, a string of pearls, this my birth month.
I stepped outside at midnight into a bright light, casting my shadow. The Strawberry Moon. These two, a pearl and the moon, so alike. Both jewels of my life.
Even children. The best poets I’ve ever come across were the “littles” I had the privilege of teaching—some were whimsical, some were hilarious, some were serious, some were tragic, and many broke one’s heart. And some were old, very old souls.
Blessed by your gift of words, a string of pearls, this my birth month.
I stepped outside at midnight into a bright light, casting my shadow. The Strawberry Moon. These two, a pearl and the moon, so alike. Both jewels of my life.
Gosh Gary! Such beautiful words for a simple comment—they deserve their own stand-alone post!
Thank you my wise friend!
Love your poem, especially this:
my prayer for us all
is that we allow in
the voices of the world’s poems.
Too many of those right now are devastatingly sad, right Phoebe? The world’s poems?
Thank you for your kind comment.
Yes, indeed. I love the idea of lives as poems. Each poem matters. Each person (indeed each living being) deserves to be listened to.
Even children. The best poets I’ve ever come across were the “littles” I had the privilege of teaching—some were whimsical, some were hilarious, some were serious, some were tragic, and many broke one’s heart. And some were old, very old souls.
Oh absolutely agree. Children can have the freshest way of seeing and expressing things.
Beautiful words, and poetry is beauty to me, as their words resonate with us depending on the theme and what we don’t expect we need.