Where to Write From You might think that to be a poet you must have a way with words You can keep thinking that more room for me You might think you must reach way down in the weeds pulling out muddy roots from your sodden brain or recall in detail places of distinction You might think you must go heart searching to find phenomenal fodder for verse or have personal connections with the waves, the sun, the moon and the stars There are those who have done that But really you might be content to write frilly froth of fabled fellows Or maybe, just maybe you’ll surprise yourself, crawl down deep like an a spelunking explorer to places in yourself you haven’t been or yet even noticed By Lilli Ann Carey I am grateful for Lilli Ann's permission to share her poem from a recent writing circle. Writing together provides a mirror for us to process life in a safe place. Each of us has words that matter. Within the writing circle we nourish them. Curious? Email met at firstname.lastname@example.org
Looking For My Wild Card That’s no weakness ... That’s your wild card From Kim Stafford’s poem “Advice From A Raindrop” I do not think of myself as wild — I am a peacemaker But the hint that perhaps I have a wild card, a side of me rarely displayed, waiting within till needed — then ready to flash forward? I savor that suggestion and seek within, hoping to get acquainted willing to adapt my peaceful approach Might I become a mirror to others that they see their own behavior as destructive and pause to consider other options? Or might I blend in, becoming part of what had seemed contrary to my beliefs only to discover therein new perspectives? My wild card may seem pretty tame to others — I may be the one most needing its nudges ©SJaeschke 2021 I am grateful for Jazz's permission to share her poem from a recent writing circle. You can find more of her poems here on her blog Steps and Pauses. Writing together provides a mirror for us to process life. I would be honored to hold space for your words to appear on the page. Join me for the next gathering. No experience needed. All voices welcome. Renewal Through Poetry: Introductory Writing Circle March 28, 4:00 PM PST register here – Eventbrite
I spent some time with Ali Grimshaw’s writing circle and once again, enjoyed being with like minded souls as we explored poetry together. The inspiration for my poem came from, “Lighthouse Keeping” by Kay Ryan. – Val
Know that we are keepers of the light Holding space and reaching out to those in darkened places. Its not our job to judge, advise, fix or rescue others. Our calling is to keep the light shining within ourselves and bring it to the world, to keep us all afloat. Thank you Val for sharing this inspirational poem and for all the loving support written on your blog, Find Your Middle Ground. You are a bright light in the world. Keep on shining. I will be reading in appreciation. Photo by Ave Calvar Martinez
My dream is to create a safe space for you to explore the words that live inside you. Holding this listening space is one of the times I feel most alive. Our lives are enriched by reflectively listening to ourselves and others. It takes courage to reveal yourself and it is worth it.
Louise Gallagher is yet another amazing human that I wouldn’t have met without her taking a chance to share in the circle. Thank you, Louise, for your permission to share your artful poem here. It has been a gift to hear your words arrive and observe them unfurling over the past several weeks. Louise is a creativity activist, visual story-teller, mixed-media artist, writer, mentor, coach. You can find more of her poetry and beautiful creations at dareboldly.com
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Curious I knew I was not up to it this thing called life. I was as if nameless not seen and without countenance or provenance And so from the beginning I have been curious with what I could be even who I could be. It’s been a road. But what a delight finding out. What blissful joy to discover the secrets of oneself. To see the patchwork patterns revealed. Even moments of brilliance. I look on with wonder and I ponder where do you suppose all that life came from? By Lilli Ann Carey
I am grateful for Lilli Ann's permission to share her poem from a recent writing circle. Writing together provides a mirror for us to process life in a safe place. Curious about writing yourself forward as 2021 unfolds? Email met at email@example.com
I come into the Peace …… (from Wendell Berry) I come into the peace of the invitation of Light From time to time I misplace this invitation Divine- I even lose the map that used to take me home to you…. To Peace But then after a simple invitation to write my heart I am reminded of my Beauty Your Beauty and the essence of life and Light. By Bahareh Amidi Ph.D. I am grateful for Bahareh's permission to share her poem from the writing circle. I continue to meet amazing people across different time zones. Writing together provides a mirror for us to process life in a safe place. Interested in joining a writing circle? Email met at firstname.lastname@example.org For more about Bahareh, her poetry and contributions to others as a Poetry Therapist follow the links below. Website: www.bahareh.com Facebook: www.facebook.com/BaharehAmidi Twitter: www.twitter.com/BaharehAmidi YouTube: www.YouTube.com/BaharehLIVE
On and On We Go On and on we go every second, a commitment every breathe, a moment every moment, a feeling every feeling has a heartbeat and the beat goes on and on a soft beat to every step, to and froe and step by step the moments go a quest for answers never stops until our eternal sun drops By Ivor Steven You can find more of Ivor's wonderful poems here, on his blog. I am grateful for Ivor’s permission to share his poem from the writing circle. I continue to meet amazing people across different time zones. Writing together provides a mirror for us to process life in a safe place. Interested in joining a writing circle? Join me this Sunday, click here to register or Email met at email@example.com Lens-Artists Challenge #123 – Found in the Neighborhood - I like this photo challenge of finding joy close by. The photo above was taken recently on a walk in Portland, Oregon.
Willing Hearts Separated by time and space Yet, physical distance holds no power over hearts willing to listen and reflect- Not actually separated after all By Kelley Morris You can find more of her poems here pianogirlthoughts
I have never met Kelley in person but I feel
connected to her. We were once strangers
living in separate states, then she joined a
writing circle. I listen to her words and I
came to know her. Coming together, with
women like Kelley, across physical distance
to cherish poems and write together is
generating hope. It is my heartwork to
facilitate a safe space for you to hear your
own voice and experience authentic connect
with others through writing together. I have
written with people from Europe, Canada and
all over the U.S, and every time we are
inspired by the circle.
Thank you Kelley for sharing your voice.
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sky I see the sky, the blue, the cloud; and at night, the stars, the moon, the planets. You see the sky, don’t you? the same sky…yes? Could it be, that although the miles, our experiences, separate us… we are still connected? We are the same. you are here and I am there, or I am here and you are there. The same sky…wherever we are. Carrie Cannady October 14, 2020 You can find more of Carrie's poems and reflective wisdom here at Leadourlives.net
I am grateful for Carrie’s permission to share her poem from the writing circle here. I continue to meet amazing women across different time zones. Writing together provides a mirror for us to process life in a safe place where we have all agreed to listen with compassion. Interested in joining a writing circle? Email met at firstname.lastname@example.org
Leave the dirt on.... Messy, scrambled words Striving for control How I am perceived How I am received Oh! You want me to show you my skinned knee, my bruised heart, my bad dream? My words, without my edits, will show you the twisted, rambling trail I have taken to get here. Are you sure you can keep up? By Nancy A. Musgrove
I am grateful for Nancy’s permission to share her poem from the writing circle here. I continue to meet amazing women across different time zones. Writing together provides a mirror for us to process life in a safe place where we have all agreed to listen with compassion. Interested in joining a writing circle? Email met at email@example.com