Thursday, April 7, 2016

My Pocket Poem ~~~~~~ Nothing Gold Can Stay




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. 

Meredith

12 comments:

  1. Beautiful post, Meredith. Robert Frost is one of my favorites. I'm inspired to look for my pocket poem and make it "ours."
    Hugs,
    SSB

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  2. "Pocket Poem" is a lovely idea...Will have to try to choose one from all my favorites. Thanks so much for sharing.

    Hugs and blessings...Cat

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  3. I love the thought of a pocket poem. I will take your advice an look for one that has special meaning for me. I am glad to hear things are quieting down in your neck of the woods. Hopefully your pocket poem is bringing peace and comfort during this rough patch your going through. Thanks for sharing as always Meredith.

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  4. What a great post topic Meredith! One of my go to 'pocket poems' that I have loved is Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou. It's simply read but packs a wonderful punch in celebration of women. It makes me smile every time and I have shared it with many friends.
    I love the tribute you and Jack gave to Robert Frost as young newly weds beginning many adventures together. What a wonderful memory for you. Thanks for an awesome post.
    XO

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  5. Hi Meredith, I hope things will get better for you both. Nice poem. To be honest I am not a fan of poetry generally, it would be a mission and a half for me to seek one out!
    love Jan, xx

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  6. Hi Meredith, what a wonderful idea and a lovely post. I'm glad things are settling down and that you are sleeping better. Sending positive thoughts that it continues.

    Hugs
    Roz

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  7. Loved this post, Mere. As an English major, there are many poems I love. My favorite is a little long to be a pocket poem, but I pull it out to read often. The Lady of Shalott by Tennyson is very special to me. When I am reading it, I always think it is like a silent song.

    Ella

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  8. Mere,,, I don't enjoy poetry and I could never understand people who do,,oh well,everyone is different. I'm glad that it helps you.


    L.

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  9. I love the idea of pocket poetry :-) thank-you for sharing this lovely inspiration

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  10. Another beautifully written post. My pocket poem is in my heart. Another from Robert Frost: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood...And I ... I took the one less traveled by. And that has made all the difference. -G

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  11. I love poetry but haven't read for a while. Off the top of my head the poem that comes to mind is the same as G's!

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  12. Ode (Song) to Amarantha by Richard Lovelace. Wanted to name my second daughter Amarantha but my ex said she half Chinese, Jackie, and will never have golden tresses. But both girls do have beautiful dark tresses. Anyhow, he missed the point.

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