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 
Superb
What a nice way to keep an old form of communication alive–with a poem included! Have you read Ted Kooser’s book, Winter Morning Walks: One Hundred Postcards to Jim Harrison? Or the joint exchange, Braided Creek: A Conversation in Poetry? You must!
Thanks for the recommendations. Love Ted Kooser.
I love the poetic response … Thanks for being a friend over the years …
Poetry exchange to brighten my morning-how splendid. Postcard writing is an art a generation or two gone by that still echoes in my heart as I take out my precious vintage postcard collection to decorate my house. Personal greetings always remain a token of friendship, I even that way about my galleries. As people join in, I feel a kindred spirit of communication.
Touching exchange. Love it!
Such a tender and beautiful exchange goes well beyond words. Thank you for waking me up with the same rusty hinge.
Marveling at the beauty and power of these two poems!
Two stunning poems that feel like eavesdropping on a conversation, stumbling on a reunion. Love! (And the postcard is gorgeous!)
Quite taken by the idea of postcards in poetry… I also love the simple wisdom of Mary Oliver’s quote. Blessed.