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This weekend, my daughter and I were supposed to be on a poetry retreat, working on a collaborative project. 48 hours. 1 hotel room. It would have been intense, but we had to cancel. Health issues that form the basis of the story have intervened in real life, again.
I love this project–it’s one that been in progress for more than 15 years on my part. But I think it’s time to let it go. The collaboration is causing more stress than success. And I’m saying no to other projects begging for time because I keep saying yes to one more go at this one.
Before I abandon it, though, I’ll share one poem, already cut from the project. It was inspired by the fires at various camps, where the campers each write something privately on a slip of paper and then they all put their papers into the fire.
Flames of Gratitude
Our slips of paper
feed the small flame
It licks at them
like a cat tasting us
with a rough fiery tongue
this gratitude fire,
warming us all,
zapping sparks of light
into the night
–Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved
And for lots of wonderful poetry, don’t miss the Poetry Friday Roundup with Diane at Random Noodling. I love her haiku stickies!