Poetry Friday posts are with Katie today at The Logonauts.
My Southern comrade, Keri Collins Lewis, sent me a gem of a poem this week. She knows where I live and how much I enjoy dancing with my husband. She captured this in a wonderful poem celebrating me. Keri, I cherish your words. Thank you, darlin’. (Say it with a Mississippi drawl.)
Last week I led a teachers writing institute. I invited our PF friend, Catherine Flynn, to present via Skype about visual literacy. She left us with a Marc Chagall painting to ponder. Since Keri wrote about “my love” and we are nearing our 35th wedding anniversary, I am inclined to share my response with you.
The Promenade
In a geometric village,
sculpted lawns, a steepled church,
houses on the hillside,
a man holds his bride’s hand.
His touch sends her floating
on the wind like a pink kite
dancing with the clouds.Your touch does this to me
even now, far from this village.
Over the landscape of life,
your soft gentle love
is enough to send
me flying, reaching
for the joy-sky.–Margaret Simon
Reflections on the Teche 