Poet Jane Hirshfield said "... the feeling I have about poem-writing (is) that it is always an exploration, of discovering something I didn't already know.  Who I am shifts from moment to moment, year to year.  What I can perceive does as well.  A new poem peers into mystery, into whatever lies just beyond the edge of knowable ground."

I bring a different poem to the writing classes each week, not only to inspire but to introduce new poets to the group members.

Fear by Freya Manfred

I fear not being able to walk, 
choking to death, and watching others 
weep with pain when they won’t let me help.

I fear an old friends voice over the phone, 
rich and deep,
saying he no longer wants to live.

Fear is a thirst for solid ground, 
a cave and a fire, 
with a way in, and a way out. 

Fear is not always old, but it’s always new. 
When old, it can be ignored, 
like the midnight keening in the houses of the sane. 

When new, it’s nameless, 
something about to happen — 
not death, but all I can imagine. 

Fear leaves and returns. 
There are no words to keep it away. 
If only there were words.

~ from Swimming With A Hundred Year Old Snapping Turtle
(Red Dragonfly Press, 2008)


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