We have words that touch us, move into our hearts and resonate, creating a feeling, taking us some place- past, present, future- perhaps some place we have never been and may never go, but for whatever reasons, the words pulse in our blood. Meeting new words, new poets, new poems, new ways for my heart to beat, is an intruiging concept. Want to go on this adventure with me? It will be easy to travel along. Many of us already do this sharing; this idea is just to help us find each other and hear the words we have to share.
One of my favorite poets is Ted Kooser. Just like myself, he lives on the Plains of the Midwest, and his poetry is influenced by his experiences in Nature.
Mr. Kooser has published over 8 poetry books, but "Winter Morning Walks" is my very favorite.
I had a hard time limiting myself to just one poem, so I decided to share four of them with you today.
"Fence post to fence post,
just out of reach,
a bank swallow led me
into the sunrise.
Black, white and gray
like a half-burned love letter
floating up out of the fire,
she led me along.
I would like to have read
what was left of that message,
red on its feathery edges
"In fair weather, the shy past keeps its distance.
Old loves, old regrets, old humiliations
look on from afar. They stand back under the trees.
No one would think to look for them there.
But in fog they come closer. You can feel them
there by the road as you slowly walk past.
Still as fence posts they wait, dark and reproachful,
each stepping forward in turn."
"Only a crust of moon is left
to offer the morning,
but that may be enough for now,
what with our frosty picnic table
so heavily laden with stars."
"How important it must be
that I am alive, and walking,
and that I have written
This morning the sun stood right at the end of the road
and waited for me."
If you would like to enjoy more beautiful inspiring words, visit this post on L.K. Ludwig's blog and follow the links.