Did you know that April was National Poetry Month? I thought I would do some sharing to let all of you who have sent your wise advice that things are calmer here as we keep the scary issues at bay. I am sleeping a little better..... not so wakeful in the middle of the night. Jack has been masterful at keeping us on an even keel throughout this ordeal. Your advice and love are much appreciated.
An inspirational high school teacher had poetic impact on my thinking. She told us that if we took our time, we could find a meaningful poem that we could "tuck into our pocket" to have at the ready in times of stress. I remember liking that idea immediately and began my search for a pocket poem. It did not take me long to find my favorite poem. This Robert Frost poem has great meaning for me. I give this poem to you as a thank you for helping me.
We visited Robert Frost's grave in Bennington, Vermont when we were just newlyweds. It was our first "big" trip together after we married. So young! I wanted to visit his grave because of his special place in my heart............. my pocket poem......... the poem I memorized to have at the ready when I needed inspiration, support or whatever. As I approached the grave site, I was upset to see a plastic wreath on his grave. A plastic wreath for my favorite poet who writes of nature's first green? We did not bring flowers to leave. So Jack and I recited our pocket poem. Jack put his arm around me. We thought our presentation a fitting tribute to a great man.
Now the poem.......... my pocket poem
Nothing Gold Can Stay
The first sign of spring is the bright fresh green. We wait for winter to end and spring seems to take forever and a day to arrive. Then, if you are paying attention, you might see the newly budding leaves emerge. It happens very quickly. Mother Nature usually takes her own sweet time, but the bright green is gone quickly. However if you are watching, you will catch the gold of nature's first green. First green is gold to be sure........... gold as in precious, fleeting and dear. I love the line...... "Her hardest hue to hold".
Jack and I often talk about nature's first green. We love to recite the poem and it is our joint pocket poem.
This poem, of course, has a deeper message. Life's precious moments are fleeting and always changing. The golden times fade......... the hue is hard to hold. We love this poem for its literal meaning and its symbolic one. First green like precious events and emotions are only briefly here. Be sure to notice, catch them and lock them into your memory.
So now the challenge..... Make a poem yours for this April poetry month. It needn't be long and poems are found on line by simply typing the first line of a favorite poem or by googling poem and subject area. Easy! Select one that offers personal meaning. Find a poem for your pocket and share it here.