On the occasion that a friend has taken a break from one calling to pursue another...
As Brenda Hillman would say: the poems know!
Mer, may the ocean of you keep us awash in shitty first drafts redeemed and reinterpretations of a world with which we grew so bored until you took up the mighty pen!
A prayer to the words, for the words
to Meredith
Blank pages can be
a frightening matter --It takes great courage-- Sweet Jesus.
to conjure the words,,, to order the chaos
to carve out the meaning
...in shifting white sands of wordless deserts
Is it easier with a friend nearby? A silent, judgmental cat of thought
perched in the sill?
Perhaps,...no.
It is an act
:of faith and solitary confinement
:of the line connecting head, heart, hand to larger worlds
:to let the wild thoughts out to roam in the delicate garden of expectations.
So you
gently let the pen dance it's way across,
let the !!! of the key be
and reflect
-even if it is not what you wanted-
it is what you made: yours.
It is your line and you may command it.
So you
Be free courageous conjurer;
Let loose wild thought;
Dance hands and fingers.
Amen.
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