Kerry hosts the Tuesday platform at Real Toads today.
Greetings to all poets in this one month of the year dedicated to the art of poetry writing. I have been so inspired in the first 10 days, and I know that resolve may be flagging but taking a target-free approach has enabled me to enjoy the process without feeling pressured to keep a tally. I hope each person who is writing this month has a renewed sense of community thanks to the wonderful support of all those who have and will support our efforts in this space.
The Tuesday Platform sets no parameters for the poetry shared. You may want to share something written for earlier this week, a prompt you may have missed or wish to revisit or something from your archives. Anything goes.
However, in keeping with our prompt a day motto, I offer one small suggestion in the form of a question:Has a song saved your life?*Use a song as the inspiration for your poem, take your title from the lyrics or add a link a song that saved your life.
life’s golden thread line
dances our bless-ed being
four seasons of love
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
*There isn’t a song that saved my life but there is a woman who did that and still does. This song always makes me think of her and fills me to the brim.
napowrimo 11/30
That’s heartwarming…
Three beautiful lines that say it all! I like the song, too.
This is just lovely, Paul. Great song.
Soo lovely!❤️
Beautiful.
Thank You.
So beautiful… my husband and I have been together 49 years, married 47.
I can’t play the song cause my husband is sleeping next to me but I like thinking about a song that saved my life.
Beautiful!
Nice song to remember someone by, Paul! Pleasant memories
Hank
The golden thread makes me think of a wedding band. I love the imagery of this, the fineness of a thread, yet big enough to encompass all the seasons.
Interestingly yesterday I recieved a book of poems by William Stafford in the post. This was one.
“The Way It Is
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.
~ William Stafford ~”
I think we are singing from the same hymn sheet but he penned thousands upon thousands of poems and had a way with words I could only dream of even dreaming of.