Little Helps?

I find it so engaging to consider real life advice from real people. It makes me think things and about thing that I might not otherwise cogitate on my own. I got so into sharing, I had to put the balance of today’s poetry time below :) ••• Listen, by Barbara Crooker I want to tell you something. This morning is bright after all the steady rain, and every iris, peony, rose, opens its mouth, rejoicing. I want to say, wake up, open your eyes, there's a snow-covered road ahead, a field of blankness, a sheet of paper, an empty screen. Even the smallest insects are singing, vibrating the entire bodies, tiny violins of longing and desire. We were made for song. I can't tell you what prayer is, but I can take the breath of the middle into my mouth, and I can release it for the leaves' green need. I want to tell you your life is a blue coal, a slice of orange in the mouth, cut hay in the nostrils. The cardinals' red song dances in your blood. Look, every month the moon blossoms into a peony, then shrinks to a sliver of garlic. And then it blooms again. Thank you so much for sharing this space and time with me. Have a great wk, C