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.

Flood Rain’s Faithful Sister by Terri Crosby

Rains come, pounding rooftops,
saturating every inch of soil
down to the deep. 

Water creeps under floorboards,
pours past garage doors,
gushes into low-lying collection basins. 

Bridges connecting small
country roads turn impassable,
the ones aging at the bottom 

of mountains near abandoned
railroad tracks.
Grief is a sister to flood rain. 

Holding hands, they roll
over restraining walls.
Together they stream, surge, cascade — 

out over the land
of the heart, into valleys
of the mind, through the dark woods. 

Grief is love uncaged —
overflowing, endless love.
Grief is love realized and released. 

Grief is love let free.

~ From 100 Words: Small Servings of Whimsy and Wisdom to
Calm the Mind and Nourish the Heart (Balboa Press, 2018)


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