This week let’s write a gratitude poem. This should be pretty straightforward and timely. Post a thankful poem in the comments below.
This week let’s write a gratitude poem. This should be pretty straightforward and timely. Post a thankful poem in the comments below.
A job that does not eat my brain
A team that follows me into the unknowable
Adult children that still give spontaneous embraces
A life partner who is my rock
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That’s a good list to be grateful for sis.
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Great first line!
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I wrote a comment on your website, JeanMarie. Lovely poem and blog post!
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Thank you! đź’™
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Very nice post and an excellent poem. Though drinking coffee makes me want to kneel at a different pot.
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For Sky
Thank you, sky, for maple and ash
that filter your gaze,
for your wide blue face that
blesses violets,
Siberian wallflowers—those little
golden suns—and deep purple iris.
Thank you for your shimmering veil
that keeps the fire from searing
the green earth, and for birthing
red-shouldered hawks that dip
and swoop, connecting me to you.
Thank you for your faithfulness
through storms, mist, snow,
for announcing each new day.
Thank you for seeing me
and letting me see you.
Caroline Cottom
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Beautiful! ~Gypsie
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Thank you, Ami!
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Excellent! I also thank the sky for revealing the stars.
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Gratitude Poem
The Brim of Dying
Youth is soft prelude,
the drums and rush of sound come later
and screech ear-splitting noise
before the last of it.
We sang as we drove the car
the humming road an accompaniment,
the trees rushed by
and wildflowers lit the day.
We were full to the brim
and yet our hearts bore warning
in this young valley distant slopes
loomed.
We did not have high
altitude breathing
You risked as much
as space gave room,
And shone with an aura
that made me afraid,
I must have known
you would not last.
When they laid you in the grave
all truth of the world altered,
hard courage,
all that was left, a gift.
I took it up
a tool to to live by,
residue
of ruptured love.
You must be existing somewhere,
No one could lose forever such as you,
not God, who placed you
so close to his heart.
Wherever your existence,
from this constraint that is left,
I carve out honeyed days, peace,
and know that I am blest.
Whatever cares
for me,
cares for you best,
for all that loveliness.
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Love the “humming road an accompaniment” and the whole second stanza. Great work!
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https://gypsieswritingmusingsquotesgripes.com/2021/11/22/thanksgiving-blessings/
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It seems that November and especially Thanksgiving brings us contemplation, and if we are fortunate a gratitude for far more than feasts of food, rather the feasts of the heart. They say that man cannot live from bread alone, but from every word of love. Good parents produce people of gratitude, it seems. Thanks for your poem.
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Lovely … thank you for sharing. ~Gypsie
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A lovely tribute. Thanks!
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