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.

Pink by Zeyneb Beler

The night has come,
Pink’s job is done.
She was the dawn, and the pink sun.
But now blue’s time has come.
He’ll be the moon,
He’ll be the sky.
Pink sits and waits for sunrise,
Then she’ll be the sun again,
She’ll be the sky.
But sunrise won’t last long.
When yellow comes
And spreads her color to the sun.
Pink sits and wait.
Pink sits and waits.
~ From The Flag of Childhood (Aladdin Paperbacks, 1998)

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