It was a beautiful morning at the barn today, so I was confused when I felt tears welling up for absolutely no reason I could name. My mount, beloved Paddi, had stopped in the corner of the big outdoor ring, and was gazing out over a gorgeous pastoral scene of open fields, contented horses, and trees tinged with the first touch of their autumn colors. And suddenly, I wanted to cry.
It is only now, as I come back to my desk to leave a comment of thanks on this post that I realize my tears were a delayed response to the beauty and ache captured in these poems, which I had listened to - hours earlier - over my breakfast cereal.
Thank you, Marya, for opening my heart a little more today. I hope you do collect these gems into a book, and I hope you will gift us with an audio version, read by you.
Thank you, Jamie—what an incredibly generous message, and I'm so glad to hear from you. This is the kind of thing that sends any writer back to her desk to give it another try.
Wow! What a cornucopia of words. So striking and powerful. As deep into my depression as I am, numb to the world, your poetry and stories make me feel and that’s a good thing. Thank you Marya for my favourite day of the week.
Thanks for sharing these poems !!! So many “ahh’s” of familiarity listening to them. Poems are those things that those of us with deep dark lifetimes upon lifetimes come unbidden at times; sometimes to heal sometimes to remind us of lessons we forgot were learnt. But they always come. Finally, after having written poetry since I was 14 or 15 the publisher found me while I was floating in the midst of my ancestors. Their timing is always perfect. What is it Alexander Pope said? “Whatever is,is right!” This gifting us with these children, is, right on time. 💜
Don’t worry, your assessment skills remain sharp. I’m not much of a poetry guy, in general. But I try to keep an open mind and am always interested when someone whose writing I already love also writes poetry. I wasn’t surprised that I responded to yours. Just one thing: please think about working moronitude into a poem sometime.
Oh, Heart...you persnickety, wily, tender creature.
Isn't she the worst. ;)
Those poems were enough today
Oh, I am glad ♥️
Oh, heart. Carrier of shiv. Seeker of poetry. Knower of depth.
Bet you know a heart or two by this description. ;) Thank you, Holly.
Indeed.
It was a beautiful morning at the barn today, so I was confused when I felt tears welling up for absolutely no reason I could name. My mount, beloved Paddi, had stopped in the corner of the big outdoor ring, and was gazing out over a gorgeous pastoral scene of open fields, contented horses, and trees tinged with the first touch of their autumn colors. And suddenly, I wanted to cry.
It is only now, as I come back to my desk to leave a comment of thanks on this post that I realize my tears were a delayed response to the beauty and ache captured in these poems, which I had listened to - hours earlier - over my breakfast cereal.
Thank you, Marya, for opening my heart a little more today. I hope you do collect these gems into a book, and I hope you will gift us with an audio version, read by you.
Thank you, Jamie—what an incredibly generous message, and I'm so glad to hear from you. This is the kind of thing that sends any writer back to her desk to give it another try.
Wow! What a cornucopia of words. So striking and powerful. As deep into my depression as I am, numb to the world, your poetry and stories make me feel and that’s a good thing. Thank you Marya for my favourite day of the week.
Justine, I'm so glad this lifted the curtains a little to let in the light. Thank you for being here, for tuning in, for sharing this. xo
Holding space for you, Justine.
Loved these — and hope you consider putting them in a book. Goodness knows I’d love to have it at my bedside, cracked open and coffee stained.
I will take this under advisement... actually though it was really fun to dig through them and see what all had accrued. I think I might.
what a treat. ♥️🐍
🤣♥️🐍
Whyyy do you laugh at my sincerity 😂😘
I DO NOT! I laugh at the snek 🤣🐍
Ahhh yes they are not your fave as I recall but it’s my fave of the set, I think - that & the searching for a poem one ♥️
I love hearing this 🤗
Thanks for sharing these poems !!! So many “ahh’s” of familiarity listening to them. Poems are those things that those of us with deep dark lifetimes upon lifetimes come unbidden at times; sometimes to heal sometimes to remind us of lessons we forgot were learnt. But they always come. Finally, after having written poetry since I was 14 or 15 the publisher found me while I was floating in the midst of my ancestors. Their timing is always perfect. What is it Alexander Pope said? “Whatever is,is right!” This gifting us with these children, is, right on time. 💜
Thank you so much, Adrienne!! What a lovely thing to read today! 💜
Kind of blown away right now. I enjoyed these so much, Marya.
Chris, I am revealing the depth of my own moronitude when I say I did not take you for a poetry guy — I am both chagrined and touched. Thank you.
Don’t worry, your assessment skills remain sharp. I’m not much of a poetry guy, in general. But I try to keep an open mind and am always interested when someone whose writing I already love also writes poetry. I wasn’t surprised that I responded to yours. Just one thing: please think about working moronitude into a poem sometime.
*schemes*
Oooooh. Heart as a Snake. 🐍 Wicked good.
Loved listening to this series on the heart.
I have to say that snek might be my favorite emoji. And thank you, Kim, so good to see you in class today!
My compass for that inward spiral
It gets us lost now and then, but damn if it doesn't ultimately pull true.