I have only words of appreciation: to Tabatha Yeatts at The Opposite of Indifference for the idea of poetry swapping, to all the poets (of which there are many) who continue to send what I think of as "slow-mail smiles", small packages arriving in one's mail with wonderful words.
This time, my swap begins with a lovely poem with a special collaged frame from Linda Mitchell at A Word Edgewise. It feels just right to start the summer with a poem about a poet, doesn't it? Thanks, Linda!
Here's the text:
A poet
The poet doesn't invent. He listens.
~Jean Cocteau
A poet listens with all the
senses —tree, moon, flower, child, dance. An artist
in a playground--each morning, recess. She doesn’t
simply write words…she can invent
nuances of knowing. She
begins a poem and even the pen listens.
Happy Summer, Everyone!
Artful frame + the ending! "even the pen listens" - at the right moments they do that, yes - pencils too. (thought not my pencil lately.)
ReplyDeleteLinda's poem gift to you is also a gift to us all. Appreciations for sharing.
Isn't it wonderful, I agree with all you wrote, Jan! And I can hang it on the wall by my desk! Thanks!
DeleteTwo lines are especially amazing--"she can invent nuances of knowing" and "even the pen listens." I think it is interesting that the senses are tree, moon, flower, and so forth. Wonderful poem. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome. It's a poem I will use for inspiration.
Delete"She begins a poem and even the pen listens." Love this.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kimberly. What we do, I think!
DeleteI'm with everyone else, "even the pen listens," is a winner!
ReplyDeleteYes, agreed! Thanks, Diane!
DeleteI love thinking that these are the senses —tree, moon, flower, child, dance!
ReplyDeleteI think those words can be the start for many branches reaching out? Thanks, Liz!
DeleteI'm so glad you like this poem....it was written for you, with you the poet in mind.
ReplyDeleteI do, and it's a treasure, Linda. Thank you for this special gift.
DeleteI love "even the pen listens" but the whole poem is lovely--and what a beautiful frame. They are slow-mail smiles, indeed.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kay, it's wonderful to find these beautiful surprises in the mailbox! Linda's line will stay with me!
DeleteI agree with everyone else's swooning over "even the pen listens." What a wonderful poem and slow mail smile.
ReplyDeleteYes, you see that I agree! Thanks, Jama!
DeleteThose senses are marvelous as is "even the pen listens." The poem fits you so well Linda, lovely–and ready to hang to, thanks for sharing it with us!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Michelle. Yep, it will be hung!
DeleteLinda's framed poem is wonderful and just right for you, a true listener.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Margaret! I will enjoy it for a long time!
DeleteI love "nuances of knowing." Have a great summer, Linda!
ReplyDeleteThank you! There is much to love in the six lines! Happy Summer to you as well, Laura.
DeleteOh, so lovely! This will be my first summer for the Poem Swap. I'm so happy about that. :) Well, not happy that I waited this long, but happy that I'm doing it *now.* :)
ReplyDeleteI'm happy you are, too, Karen. It means sweet and creative gift surprises, like this one!
DeleteOh, I love how she used things you especially enjoy - tree, moon, flower, child, dance. Just perfect for the author of Teacher Dance! I also like the idea of writing time as recess. Totally delightful!
ReplyDeleteYes, it's a wonderful poem that's so personal, too. And you know that teachers love that 'recess'! Thanks, Ramona!
DeleteOh, I love your description of "slow-mail smiles", Linda! And as for Linda's poem, "even the pen listens" - indeed it does. =)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Bridget, the poem was a bright light in this week!
DeleteLinda's poem is perfect for you, Linda! You do "listen with all [your] senses" to "invent nuances of knowing." Happy summer!
ReplyDeleteThank you, and now that "your" summer is here, wishing you a wonderful one, too!
DeleteGorgeous all around! "Even the pen listens"--subtle and powerful.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Heidi.
DeleteI love the truth of how poets "invent nuances of knowing." Lovely poem, Linda.
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