Poetry Diary: My mom shared this the other day–helps one get through.
Rumi – The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Ailbhe Darcy – Stink
They think you came first from Japan
in packing crates
hoping for mulberries, figs and persimmons,
Laura Foley – Where There Is Rejoicing, There Should Be Trembling
A fracture of no consequence,
this glass breaking in the heat
Laura Redden Searing– Corinna Confesses
To think that my eyes once could draw your eyes down for a moment, From their lifting and straining up toward the opulent heights - Read rest of poem