I am in the poetry reading with you today--two things: I grew up in Maine (Windsor, outside of Augusta--Portland and its art museum was a special trip when I was little) and I am writing, right now, a poem about what you just read (the third poem) about communication between bees and flowers--I'm writing a chapbook about bees right now. And you know what they say about coincidences: the universe is rarely lazy! So nice to hear you today!
What a delightful coincidence! I'd love to read your chapbook. My strongest association with Windsor is the Fiber Frolic held annually at the Windsor Fair Grounds. So many cute creatures and luscious yarns, plus sheepdog trials!! It's one of my favorite agricultural fairs and I haven't been in a few years. Now I must go. Thanks for reaching out.
Bridges have always been a big part of nightmares for me, since I was a kid. Not their height or sturdiness, but the idea of someone engineering/building them made me feel like I was suffocating.
Lovely poem! I don't think I have one single favourite bridge. I actually often love the small ones over brooks or smallish rivers that have you crossing quite closely over the water the most, where you can spend some time looking at the water, the ripples and waves and if sunny the sparkly sunshine on the surface..
What a beautiful poem! It makes me think of how we build bridges to one another - with our noticing, with our attention.
Thank you so much, Lisa. I'm so glad it gave you something to muse upon.
So happy to read this poem again, Tara! I really liked it the first time and it resonates even more now. It's honest. It's human. And I love that.
I am in the poetry reading with you today--two things: I grew up in Maine (Windsor, outside of Augusta--Portland and its art museum was a special trip when I was little) and I am writing, right now, a poem about what you just read (the third poem) about communication between bees and flowers--I'm writing a chapbook about bees right now. And you know what they say about coincidences: the universe is rarely lazy! So nice to hear you today!
What a delightful coincidence! I'd love to read your chapbook. My strongest association with Windsor is the Fiber Frolic held annually at the Windsor Fair Grounds. So many cute creatures and luscious yarns, plus sheepdog trials!! It's one of my favorite agricultural fairs and I haven't been in a few years. Now I must go. Thanks for reaching out.
So lovely. Now you've got me thinking about bridges and whether I have that many associations with them.
I didn't realize just how many bridges I'd met until I sat down to write that intro. There were so many I didn't include!
Bridges have always been a big part of nightmares for me, since I was a kid. Not their height or sturdiness, but the idea of someone engineering/building them made me feel like I was suffocating.
Lovely poem! I don't think I have one single favourite bridge. I actually often love the small ones over brooks or smallish rivers that have you crossing quite closely over the water the most, where you can spend some time looking at the water, the ripples and waves and if sunny the sparkly sunshine on the surface..