Waking to Words

This morning I’m writing in response to an open invitation on Sharing Our Stories: Take Space for Writing.

There are many physical spaces where I write. Most often it is at the desk in my office with my notebook and pen, a lined notepad and pencil, or my laptop. But this morning I found myself thinking more about my inner space.

Lately I’ve been waking to words. I find myself listening to ideas, phrases, snatches of poetry or prose in that magical space between sleeping and stirring. Most often it has to do with a story I’m working on, but sometimes it’s something completely different. This “writing in my head” is not new to me, nor does it only happen as I wake. I compose beginnings, endings, stories, poems as I walk or cook or fold laundry. I believe it’s the act of performing a routine task that opens my mind to ideas. The problem, of course, is remembering. That’s why there is a small notebook or two in my purse or stashed in a kitchen drawer. “Notes” is one of my favorite phone apps.

Quiet is what defines my inner writing space. It might be interrupted by the wren who greets the day, the gentle snoring of my dog by my side, the plop of the newspaper on the driveway, or the song of the wind chimes. But it is a peaceful, calm, inner space that fuels my writing.

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Poetry Friday: A Nestling from “The Hill We Climb”

Earlier this week I noticed that a lot of my daily snippets centered around light – morning light, candle light, feelings connected to light. I started to gather those thoughts into a poem, but it wasn’t working as well as I had hoped. Then, on Wednesday, I heard Amanda Gorman’s recitation of her poem “The Hill We Climb.” As so many have remarked, her words were exquisite and moving.

I printed Amanda’s words and poured over them many times, each reading sparking a new feeling and understanding. The phrases about light were the ones that touched me most deeply, so I decided to create a nestling from “The Hill We Climb.”

Light

when day comes we find light
the dawn is ours
we lift our gaze to what stands before us
we reach out our arms to one another
to offer hope and laughter
to move to what shall be
there is always light
if we are brave enough to see it
if we are brave enough to be it

Light and hope. Thank you, Amanda.

Laura has the poetry roundup today here where you can learn more about Amanda Gorman and read more wonderful poetry.

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Poetry Friday: Feathers

A few days ago I found a pile of feathers near one of the birdfeeders. I examined them closely and wondered what bird had lost them. There were quite a few, so I don’t think it ended well for the owner. What was the story behind them, I wondered?

I took a few feathers inside to compare to online pictures and descriptions. Since I know which birds are frequent backyard visitors, I narrowed down the choices quickly. But, I’m still not certain which one offered up those feathers. I did find out, however, that it is illegal to keep the feathers of non-game birds, so when I was finished with my poem I returned them to nature. I recently wrote a picture book manuscript that mentions a child repurposing bird feathers she finds in her backyard. Maybe I should rethink that story.

Feathers

Who’s been here?
A mess of feathers leaves a clue.
Brown and black that make a stripe,
Downy fluff
Of gray and white.
Was it dove
With her woeful coo?
Or maybe wren, with his  
tea-kettle-tea-kettle-tea-kettle woo?
I wonder –
Did they get to say goodbye?

Margaret has today’s Poetry Round Up on Reflections on the Teche. Be sure to check it out!

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Poetry Friday: Filling the Feeder

This time of year the birdfeeders don’t stay filled for long. Cardinals and chickadees vie for space. Squirrels wait patiently, or not so patiently, for treats to scatter. I use a combination of different types of feed – fruits and berries and nuts – that produce such a delicious aroma I want to try it myself! I think I would enjoy it as much as they do.

Filling the Feeder

I tread
over frozen grass
to the feeder.

I settle the can,
lift the lid,
fill the air with lusciousness –
cranberries, blueberries,
bits of orange
mingle with cashews, peanuts,
sunflower seeds

I scoop,
scatter,
sniff, sniff, sniff

Oh-
to be among my feathered friends
and all the delectable deliciousness

Sylvia has today’s poetry roundup at Poetry for Children where you can also find a sneak peek at the poetry books coming out in 2021.

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One Little Word for 2021

I’ve been choosing a OLW since 2014. Sometimes they really stick and have meaning, sometimes I need to think hard about halfway through the year to remember my OLW. Last year I chose ASTONISH. It was a way for me to put into practice the advice that Mary Oliver gives about living a life:

Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.

My goal was to record something every day that I noticed, appreciated, contemplated, or astonished me. It was a way to reflect on the life I was living. By February the practice was almost abandoned, until I figured out that while there were many things that surprised and astonished me on a daily basis, I didn’t have a good way of recording them. It wasn’t part of my routine. That is, until I started using a simple word document I called Daily Snippets and made it a daily bullet task. As with any new routine or habit, it took a few weeks to really stick, but recording a thought, observation, or daily (mostly) surprise has become a practice.

Today I read through all my snippets. Many were about nature (the magic of raindrops, the whisper of snow, viewing crocuses and daffodils as nature’s hugs), some were short poems or thoughts about hope (inspired by the pandemic), others were observations about color (the gray of a winter’s day, leaves of gold and crimson, the beauty of a red cardinal). They were little things that helped me appreciate the world at a time when appreciation was so needed. I plan to continue this practice into 2021 as I incorporate my new OLW – TRUST. The word came to me as I was reflecting on my writing successes and disappointments for 2020. When I looked up its meaning I discovered that confidence, hope, and belief are all a part of what it means to trust. Since I need to develop more confidence in some areas of my life (yes, even as a septuagenarian), and hope and belief are so important to maintain as we move into 2021, I think trust will be a good word to live by. I will look to establish trust in my personal actions and decisions, reflect on how I demonstrate trust, and be on the lookout for new ways to maintain and spread trust.

I wish all of you a very happy and healthy 2021. While there may be times of darkness, the light will surely follow. Trust me.

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