I can’t thank loyal and new followers of Tennis, Trisomy 21 and Taking in Life Together enough for creating a group poem these past few weeks!
As the school year winds down, the enthusiasm from readers here in Hawaii and in other parts of the United States and the world has been an inspiration — and refreshing! I lead a poetry workshop for teenagers in the school where I work, and at this point of the year, their version of offering energy is confused with complaining about how much homework they have!
Being a parent, I gently remind them that a little less interaction with their phones would give them more time to complete their assignments! I also offer them 30 minutes of the 45-minute workshop as a chance to catch up on their homework, but only after they learn a poem by heart!
This week, we read one of my all-time favorite poems, Roman Fountain by Louise Bogan. To my surprise, the students looked up from their phones when I told them I keep a copy of Roman Fountain in my pocket. They looked up again when I read the poem out loud. By the end of the week, they had the first stanza committed to memory!
But back to our group poem. A quick refresher: we left off with a poem I started below about a tree that had fallen on our property in West Virginia during a windstorm. (We live in Hawaii but have kept the home in West Virginia.) Cut down to its stump, it faced its companion tree with which it shared a hammock and roots that ran deep but broke through the cold winter ground after the storm broke.
All right, Readers, I’m making revisions and adding on from last week. The new words will be in green. Chime in! Contribute! Together we make a better poem!
The Ground Beneath Us
Loss followed by unexpected new beginnings
Working 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th Stanzas
(I’ll keep them short so that readers are more likely to participate):
The winds moved through our home
in February, when all was spare and cold,
that was already spare and cold
in February, the ground beneath us hard as stone
in its winter sleep. All was calm
As And then one gust after another shook us.
We called out. Our fears ran deep.
Who will now look after us?
We cried out to each other,
voices strained and silenced by wind
our pain ran through roots
laid bare by barren chapters
Dear Readers, keep this going. I am certain many of you are great writers! Let’s see how this all turns out!
I wish to thank all of you for inspiring me to keep this blog going for almost three years, especially my smart, loyal, generous husband and our spectacular daughter who turned 9 this week. I am forever grateful to them. Without them and you, I would never have written this blog nor be training to complete my 25th marathon!