Hi, Joanne! This is Phyllis, host of The Raft. Rosemerry is a Rafter, too, but I don't know if she'll see your comment. If you order the anthology right away, it should arrive in time. We'd be happy to fill your order at https://poetryofpresencebook.com, or check other places! I hope you'll be with us!
Oh, I love this, Nancy! Especially the last four lines—but really, the poem is so ecstatic! You're so welcome, but I also want to thank YOU for stepping into the series. You gave yourself a great gift, opening, opening, opening wider . . .
Thanks for my morning haiku! 🤗
Poetry of Presence
an invitation
joy of joining heart to pen
just show up and write
Love it!
Hi Rosemerry I will try to sign up... depends on if the Poetry of presence 2 arrives in time! ??
joanne snyder
Hi, Joanne! This is Phyllis, host of The Raft. Rosemerry is a Rafter, too, but I don't know if she'll see your comment. If you order the anthology right away, it should arrive in time. We'd be happy to fill your order at https://poetryofpresencebook.com, or check other places! I hope you'll be with us!
My local bkstore promises it will arrive by 24th as I orderes it on Nov.9... Exciting!
joanne
Wonderful! ❤️😊
A note of thanks to you and Rosemary for sharing your time and your beautiful work. 🙏
A truth inspired from your class:
A Different Incarnation
It’s good to be human.
Matter matters!
I am a vessel!
I am a conduit!
I am hands and feet!
I am the home
where Spirit abides!
And where there are cracks,
the Light goes in
and also out!
It is good to be human.
Matter matters!
And yet, with Zoom,
there seems only the illusion of matter.
Round faces in square spaces.
Sometimes it leaves me wanting.
What is missing?
Human humus?
Energy?
That aura of warmth
that actually feels like
an exchange
of love and kindness?
Zoom, it’s what we have and
where we are going, but
I still grieve matter.
Warm flesh, cold flesh
the hug of a soft sweater
The scent of perfume
or a recent peanut butter snack
Sly glances that catch
a movement,
a yawn, a smile
That gurgle…
was it your hungry stomach or mine?
a chuckle, a whisper
And yet, with Zoom,
when done well,
an intangible connection
can occur.
Is that an oxymoron?
A word or a thought
unimpeded by distance or space,
leaps into my heart.
A prompt, a pen, a poem,
a truth upon a page.
Traveling electrons or moving Spirit?
Zoom or Flesh?
Both/And for now, I guess.
Oh, I love this, Nancy! Especially the last four lines—but really, the poem is so ecstatic! You're so welcome, but I also want to thank YOU for stepping into the series. You gave yourself a great gift, opening, opening, opening wider . . .