I've spent many hours with 3 different people in hospitals the past seven days, an up/down elevator of emotions and stomach-flipping uncertainties. When we love our friends/family intensely, these fears are magnified, set up before us keen and raw, knife edges flashing. And I believe in keeping my knives sharp.
In the midst of this chaos, I found out that a poetry zine took five of my poems. Five! I'll say that's a record haul for me.
And for the first time in all my years, winter has proved a fertile time for poem-making. It's an unexperienced and heady surprise — most of my writing, historically, has followed the growing season. But something is afoot at the moment, and I'm riding a wave that doesn't seem to want to break, barely balancing I am but balancing nonetheless, the water just ahead churning up a blue froth that keeps advancing into the distance.
This post is poetry. And congratulations on the upcoming publication -- please give us links!
ReplyDeleteMaybe the 'Stream of Consciousness' has forgotten to ebb.
ReplyDeleteI share your feelings about hospitals. I've spent too much time in them this past year.
ReplyDeleteCongrats on the poems.
Ah, a creative wave -- ride, Lady, ride!
ReplyDeleteLove, C.
This post IS poetry, T (& Elizabeth) - love your line '. . . turbulent March weather, as untrustworthy as a bad husband.'
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about the hospital visits, T, with the fears and uncertainties. LIfe's strange juxtapositions. . . angst and worry alongside the joy of a big poetry catch. Five poems to one zine. Congrats. And wonderful that you're on the wave, and balancing. xo
Sorry about the hospitals--sorry for the family/friends. But congratulations on the poems--acceptances and a fertile winter!
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