I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by writing and reading poetry, every day. My poetry project grows out of a list of things that make me happy. I made this list on the 30th of March.
The twenty-sixth one on my list is poetry podcasts with Tracy K. Smith.
During the depths of the pandemic, when we weren’t allowed many places, walking outside was my main escape. On those walks, I would listen to Tracy K. Smith’s Slowdown podcast. The mixture of essay prior to the poem and her calming, melodic voice provided solace. Always centering, Smith’s humanity radiates. To honor her work, I attempted a golden shovel poem from a quote in her introduction to the poem You are Who I Love by Aracelis Girmay.
“an offering to the beautiful souls working for the health and healing of human culture“
A poet’s life is an open hearted venture to expose trenches offering up experience in order to define the world we are all struggling to navigate. Ah yes, that is it you say reading the words that touch you. Evoking beautiful imaginings. Digging into memories. Harvesting the souls of experiences in our past. Mixing with current stimuli. Working it into a form that she bends, the poet, he sculpts for the reader who takes it and makes meaning. Allowing us to meet the hardships and joys. Words administered with care, deliver unexpected health and peace in troubled times. And that begins a healing thought impossible. The rebirth of hope in the human experience. Defining how to continue as a culture.
I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by writing and reading poetry, every day. My poetry project is grows out of a list of things that make me happy. I made this list on the 30th of March.
I decided to try a golden shovel poem for the twenty-first idea on my list, finding sea glass.
Salty and fresh waters can mine one discarded bottle into gemstones. Evidence of man’s presence over hundreds of years, the tumbled trash become frosted. Collected. Set in bracelets. The jewel is placed in a jar, on a shelf, and admired. Serving another human need. Beauty. The joy of the find honors man’s time spent scouring for pink and blue treasure.