Poetry Friday round-up with Jama at Jama’s Alphabet Soup.
Margaret,
Have you ever dipped your toes
into the ocean,
only to feel the sting of the
past?Some memory–some history–
Some love or loss that
floats beneath the surface.And while we marvel at its beauty,
we wince in the pain
of that which had once been
forgotten.–Kevin
Kevin,
Sometimes a postcard comes
in the mailbox, the rusty squeaky
hinge of it wakes you up.
This card holds a gift
and a piece of your heart
you didn’t even know was there.
You cry. Then smile,
marveling at the power of
words to totally change
your mood.
Thanks,
Margaret
Kevin’s post about this postcard project is here.
Reflections on the Teche 