Full of thought, regret, hope dashed or not dashed yet,
full of memory, pride, and more than enough
of spilled, personal grief,
I begin another page, another poem.
So many notions fill the day! I give them
gowns of words, sometimes I give them
little shoes that rhyme.
What an elite life!
While somewhere someone is kissing a face that is crying.
While somewhere women are walking out, at two in the morning –
many miles to find water.
While somewhere a bomb is getting ready to explode.
“This Day, and Probably Tomorrow Also” by Mary Oliver, via Red Bird: Poems, Beacon Press.
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Today marks Day One of National Poetry Month. I have some great pieces lined up for the month (and beyond) including some of your own suggestions (thank you, more please!); I think you’ll like them. Thank you everyone for your patience. It’s nice to be back. ~Christy
Words for the Year 
and how perfect to start with mary…
glad you’re back
xo
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Oh yes, every start and stop with Mary, as she began it all…
It’s so nice to be back. Soooo much goodness in store. Gonna be a fab month…and year. 🙂
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You are so welcomed back, Christy. You keep me (us) connected, like in Stafford’s poem about elephants in the circus on parade, without which that connection, losing our way…
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“A Ritual to Read to Each Other,” what a wonderful poem. I looked and looked, but don’t see that I published it yet. I need to fix that, pronto!
Thanks for the warm welcome back and for the lovely poem idea. ❤️ Christy
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