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April 30th Mom’s Poem A Day Challenge – Last Day!!!

largeA Note to Strangers

 

Let your last April poem be a note to strangers.  Imagine putting it in a bottle to be found floating at sea.  Imagine tacking it to random rural telephone poles like a lost dog poster. What is your poem’s message to strangers?  Make it short and somehow a central learning of your life so far.

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“I write poems for a stranger who will be born in some distant country hundreds of years from now.” ― Mary Oliver

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This Paper Boat

 

Carefully placed upon the future,

it tips from the breeze and skims away,

frail thing of words, this valentine,

so far to sail.  And if you find it

caught in the reeds, its message blurred,

the thought that you are holding it

a moment is enough for me.

Ted Kooser

in Valentines

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The Uses of Sorrow

(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)

 

Someone I loved once gave me

a box of darkness.

 

It took me years to understand

that this, too, was a gift.

Mary Oliver

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One Loss Folds Itself Inside Another

 

One loss

folds itself inside another.

It is like the origami

held inside a plain sheet of paper

Not creased yet.

Not yet more heavy.

The hand stays steady.

Jane Hirshfield

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…a self in exile is still  a self,

as a bell unstruck for years

is still a bell.

Jane Hirshfield

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Kind

 

I hadn’t noticed

till a death took me outside

and left me there

that grass lifts so quietly

to catch everything

we drop and we drop

everything.

Leonard Nathan

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Rise up nimbly

and go on your strange journey

to the ocean of meanings

Rumi

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The Sad Game

 

Blame

Keeps the sad game going

It keeps stealing all your wealth —

Giving it to an imbecile with

No financial skills.

Dear one,

Wise

Up

Hafiz/ Ladinsky version

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From the beginning

the flying birds have left

no footprints on the blue sky

Miso Soseki

Translated by W.S. Merwin

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In the next century

or the one beyond that,

they say,

are valleys, pastures.

We can meet there in peace

if we make it.

To climb these coming crests

one word to you, to

you and your children:

stay together,

learn the flowers

go light.

Gary Snyder

from For the Children

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