I think we’ve damaged ourselves because of what we refuse to let go, what we insist on trying to own or control rather than regard with gratitude and joy. What we now want to hoard. This includes nature and one another. The more we insist on holding with our fists, the more our fear grows. Before we can build truth, community, we have to let go.
For me, poetry is making music from speechlessness. There’s quiet and failure and craft and patience, and then something happens. And then you let it go.
I so very much enjoyed reading this--thank you for the layers upon layers of reflection and for the poems, too. 🙏✨
I think we’ve damaged ourselves because of what we refuse to let go, what we insist on trying to own or control rather than regard with gratitude and joy. What we now want to hoard. This includes nature and one another. The more we insist on holding with our fists, the more our fear grows. Before we can build truth, community, we have to let go.
For me, poetry is making music from speechlessness. There’s quiet and failure and craft and patience, and then something happens. And then you let it go.