“Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love.” ~ Lau Tzu
“Once you learn to read, you will be forever free.” –Frederick Douglass
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Thanks.
Laura Lee
“Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love.” ~ Lau Tzu
“Once you learn to read, you will be forever free.” –Frederick Douglass
Feel free to add on and share!
Thanks.
Laura Lee
For decades, August has been my strongest “urge to poetry” month. Something about the light, the sounds, the smells–all is so REVVED UP. Poets, agree?
I used to be in vibrant online writing communities, and every August we would have a poetry challenge. We would write a poem a day, no editing allowed, just to “rev” up our creativity.
It was glorious.
We (I!) wrote a lot of bad poetry, but I am still finding some snippets of good poetry on old flash drives and in old posts.
Hmm…perhaps it is time to reinstate an AUGUST POETRY CHALLENGE?
It couldn’t be here, on a public blog, I fear, for that would preclude subsequent publication. Perhaps back on good old Facebook, with a private account only friends can access.
There’s an idea!
Readers, writers, what do you think?
Thanks for reading.
A few years ago, I found this old rough draft of a poem I started after we had moved. I keep losing it and then finding it. This time, I won’t lose it, but I will revise, edit, and work on the poem. There is something to the “moving on” theme that is compelling–maybe escape is the correct term?
In any case, thanks for reading.
Laura Lee
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first draft:
Moving Love
Note: …..many stanzas before this…won’t post here so I can publish one day… and took out middle stanzas
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Memories, you said. I cannot move.
These have been
the best years of my life here.
How can you say that, I asked,
not wanting to see the paint-peeled walls
or the missing tiled floors even one more time.
They were my years with you, you said.
Today I looked for photos
I am sure I threw away in my
haste to leave and I wonder
how I could have been so cruel
how can I
live with such moving love?