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Poems, Sonnets, Words, Gifts

It is getting harder to impress my daughter who is eleven going on twenty-one. She has already discarded me as an obstacle to her coolness, and refuses to walk home with me when I show up at her school in a sweat suit.

But on Valentine’s Day, she told me about “…some poem about marriage and true minds” that they had talked about in school. When I recited the whole of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116 while fixing her after-school snack, she stopped pecking at her keyboard and listened; dare I say, impressed. And by that I mean she said, “Hmf.”

I have always loved poetry. What I love about writing the most is simply words, after all, and how they can be delicately woven to evoke images and meaning. Poetry is the best of writing, skimming away the fluff and keeping the most important, beautiful words. Yet I haven’t cracked a poetry book other than my Norton’s Anthology of Literature since university. That was for pressing flowers.

Poetry has been seeking me out despite the fact I have inexplicably shunned it, like a friend I had meant to keep in touch with but didn’t.

A blogger I follow sometimes posts poems when she is at a loss for words. She apologizes to her readers while I thank her silently for her weighted words. Syllables roll around on my tongue and linger like a sweet thai curry. Her name, by the way, is Kathy, and her blog is reinventing the event horizon.

And then another gift. An entrepreneur I interview mentions her blog. She is writing a poem everyday this year on her blog bentlily. Her words stop me in my tracks, each poem a short story in its own right, deeply personal but also universal – how can that be? The paradox of poetry, or the human condition. Either way, I am hoping she finishes out the year and then begins anew in 2012. Her name is Samantha, and she tells me writing poetry is her way of staying present.

I haven’t written any poetry, but reading it lately has been like smelling the aroma of a lemon grove.

Tomorrow I will share one of bentlily‘s gifts, so you, too, can smell the lemons.

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  1. February 23, 2011 at 12:07 pm

    Thanks for the shout out, Deanna. I’m so glad you enjoy the poetry. Can’t wait to read one of “bentliy’s gifts.” What a lovely post!
    Hugs from Haiti,

  2. February 23, 2011 at 5:18 pm

    I’m not much into poetry, Deanna, but it’s impressive that you remembered that sonnet! Thirty-some years after studying it in high school, I still remember the first few lines of Hamlet’s famous “To Be or Not To Be” soliliquy (we had to memorize the whole thing).

    Sorry your daughter doesn’t think you’re cool any more…it happens to all of us…sigh…


  3. February 23, 2011 at 7:00 pm

    Don’t you love Kathy’s poems? They always get me thinking! I think it is wonderful that your daughter already shows an appreciation for the difficult art of poetry! With a mom like you, she is sure to have the creative gene!

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