It is always wise to look ahead, but difficult to look further than you can see.
Welcome to the Poetry Friday round-up!
It's been quite a week, hasn't it? I certainly can't pretend it hasn't. We've seen highs and lows of people's behavior. Rich people who try to keep ventilators for themselves on one hand, and on the other, medical personnel who are working 12-hour (or more) days without the proper equipment. "Pro-life" politicians who are stone-hearted about saving lives vs. grocery store staff who come to serve an unpleasant public at risk to themselves. I hope we are able to show our gratitude to the people who are doing their best for us.
We can't accept bad behavior, but we do need to accept our current stay-at-home, social distancing circumstances. I've been thinking about acceptance because it came up when I did another exercise in The Crafty Poet. This exercise was to take a poem someone else wrote and write its opposite. I took a poem about hope and had to decide what its opposite would be. My first impulse was "despair," but I didn't want to write about that. When I thought about it, "acceptance" came to mind. Hope and acceptance are two sides of a useful coin.
by Tabatha Yeatts
it crackles like a fireplace
inviting slumber in its hum,
it is the lightning-struck tree
reborn as home to all who come.
it bursts from pine cones
like a fist releasing its hold,
it treasures early daffodils
tho they may end as frozen gold.
it is strands of light
seeping through a drizzly haze,
it is the sturdy bench
in the heart of the winding maze.
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P.S. I'm still gathering Things I Wish You Knew poems and Michelle is still collecting game poems at Today's Little Ditty. Both end March 31st!