Current favorite poem

I love poetry,  dense like truffle chocolate,  an amuse bouche that lingers for hours afterwards.  I read a lot of it.  Lots of it not great,  some of it very good and some just strike that perfect chord.  

The ones that strike, I put up here.  For you, but also for me,  so I can find them again,  so I can remember them

This latest one is by Jess Janz 

Enjoy! 

Sonder, a poem by Danielle Coffyn

I follow Danielle Coffyn on Threads,  and so far I've loved everything she's written. 

Here is a poem of hers about I concept I think about often - Sonder.  Danielle Coffyn describes Sonder as the profound feeling of realizing that everyone, including strangers passing in the street, has a life as complex as one's own, which they are constantly living despite one's personal lack of awareness of it.

Sonder

the woman who took your parking spot just lost 

her job & the boy howling because there are no 

more croissants is overwhelmed by the noise

& your colleague is bursting with excitement

because she is expecting but its too soon to tell

& your sister decided now is not a good time to be

a mom & the neighbor who hasn't mowed the lawn

in weeks is struggling to find a reason to get out 

of bed & your mother is celebrating ten years

of quiet sobriety & the man buying whiskey just

put down his dog & your best friends is planning

to propose to the love of her life & you are lost

in your own to-do list but all these lives

are important & brutal & beautiful & true.

Let's just sit with that for a moment.  

Isn't it exquisite...

Today's poem

I love poetry,  I think it’s like chocolate truffles – tiny but dense,  rich and carrying far more weight than expected – but unlike truffles,  they are calorie free!

Here’s one I read by Mary Oliver this morning:-

 

 

Today
Today I’m flying low and I’m

not saying a word.

I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.

The world goes on as it must,

the bees in the garden rumbling a little,

the fish leaping,  the gnats getting eaten.

And so forth.

But I’m taking the day off.

Quiet as a feather,

I hardly move though really I’m travelling
a terrific distance.

Stillness. One of the doors

into the temple.