Today’s prompt is to write a love/anti-love poem. I ended the day today sort of exhausted, partly because of the incredible resistance I am getting from some students in my Creative Writing class.
I see it in your eyes when you ask the question
(the loathing, the defiant refusal to accept)
“Why do we have to study poetry?”
And in this moment I do not know how,
after all these years of this work,
to hand you this gift
that I love so deeply,
which you so staunchly refuse.
It’s about your own power,
I want to tell you,
about your power to say
exactly what you want to say,
to take that roiling mass of uncertainty
that slides out from behind the tough mask
you put on for me,
to take all that and give it words,
to sort it, to speak your truth,
to know the beauty and the strength
of your own words, to find your way
Now. Close your eyes and open your hands.
1. My contemplative friend Handsome Joe, how he cocks his beak to look at me as I pass. Paddling in his pool in the creek, or strolling through the green grasses of his estate.
2. The red sprouts of peonies lifting their heads by the shop.
3. The first fern fiddleheads unfurling.
4. They say that every cloud has a silver lining, but it’s their azure and indigo underbellies that capture me.
5. The challenges and delights of belonging to a community.
May we walk in Beauty!
2 thoughts on “Handing the Gift”
I don’t know what grade you teach, but your poem brought to mind Love That Dog – a book by Sharon Creech. If you haven’t read it, you MUST!!!
Oooh! I”m going to have to check it out! I teach high school, and some of my ninth graders really love Creech! My 7th-grade son just walked past the computer and told me that he likes the book. So I’ll put it on my reading list for summer! Thanks!