the silkiness of sidewalk moss,the scrap of blue in a patchwork of clouds,the bud on the end of a twisted branch,an unexpected kindness.
I could press them dry
separately on their own page.
But I like letting them simmer,
stirred together in my pocket
until together
they take on a hopeful luster
and wholesome texture
that will keep me fed for days.
Photo by Almos Bechtold on Unsplash
Song Choice: A Kind of Magic by Queen
Liner Notes for this Groove: This poem is linked to Poets and Storytellers United's Friday Writings, where Rosemary asked us to write about something we feel strongly about. I feel quite strongly about holding on to the little things that keep my hope alive, especially in the middle of all the world's chaos.
Sometimes my walks with my corgi Jelly Bean turn up some delightful things to notice. Sometimes its as simple as a stranger pulling over to help my Darling Youngest when their car had an electrical glitch, and then following him home to make sure he got here safely. I never got the woman's name but I am very glad for her kindness and calming presence when D.Y. needed it.
Beautifully said, both in poetry and notes. I adore the idea of small magics, and the deliberate use of them to 'keep you fed'. I'm adopting this idea, this label, this purposefulness, immediately!
ReplyDeletePS I will share this poem (and its authorship) with my group of 'Goddesses' who meet weekly to spread light, love and peace, and to discuss ways in which we ourselves might retain those states in the face of all that is happening in the world.
DeleteI am extremely honored! Thank you, Rosemary. I hope the piece inspires a lot of good conversations and ideas.
DeleteI love the term and concept of "small magics" -- such an important part of mindfulness to keep us grounded in these chaotic times. Thank you, Rommy!
ReplyDeleteEvery little bit helps. It sure is crazy out there.
DeleteIt is such a wonderful feeling when we have the space inside to celebrate in these small magics - Jae
ReplyDeleteYou've touched on a very important thing, something I had hoped to get across but wasn't sure if I did. Yes, the magics are always there... but they can only touch us when we make space for them.
DeleteWhen all is chaos around you, when you can do nothing about it, it is a good survival technique to focus on the small treasures to be found in our reach and sight.
ReplyDeleteLOL, and it is much less of a dust magnet than a bunker full of canned food. Survival looks different depending on the angle you come at it from.
DeleteSome images truly do give us a sense of magic. I love the analogy of preserving the small visual pleasures, and kindnesses, in a pocket or by pressing them into memory's scrapbook.
ReplyDeleteI am grateful for those little bits of magic wherever I find them.
DeleteYour poem is the secret, I believe, to fully appreciating life. It's essential to not count years but the millions of moments of genuine magic.
ReplyDeleteYes indeed!
DeleteLove it What a beautiful images and I love how you let these little treasures simmer and how they keep you fed Beautifully written
ReplyDeleteSimmered and stirred with love.
DeleteThe random kindnesses keep me afloat. These people are angels.
ReplyDeleteI often think of them that way too.
DeleteWow, This is so.... beautiful
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Jossina
DeleteBut I like letting them simmer,
ReplyDeletestirred together in my pocket
until together
... and one day those will come out of your pocket and spread around as magical dust, bringing joy to the world.
That is the great hope--that I can keep the magic circulating in the world so it can keep touching others who need it.
DeleteI love the term, "small magics". They must feel serene in your pocket.
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