I read poetry to second graders, high school students, and college students. Today the second graders were rapt as I read a poem by Carl Sandburg and another by Lucille Clifton. We talked about the layers of a poem, internal rhyme; that subtle music. One student raised her hand and said that poems should make you feel something. Yes! I am lucky to be able to share my passion for words. Some days I feel as if I no longer have time to write--I'm rushing here and there trying to teach enthusiasm for what I love and scarcely do during this busy season. I'm making preparations for a quieter winter, snow and dark evenings where thoughts can flow freely.
Right now I'm awaiting Geraldine's visit. She has arrived from Ireland today and will come to stay with me for the week, beginning tomorrow. I know I'll recover some of the magic I felt in Ireland. When I am able to write each day, I feel balanced and energized. It's important work though it may never yield any financial reward. This is a season of reevaluation. I will look to the sky for answers.
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