Happy first Poetry Friday of 2015!
I’m excited for a fresh new year. 2014 was not a bad year in most ways, but I just like the feeling of moving forward. Even though the past several years seem to be moving forward all too quickly.
But–in a lovely way to end the year–I joined forces with the Poetry Seven again, and we all wrote triolets somehow connected to beginnings and endings. In the past, we’ve done villanelles, a crown sonnet, rondeau redoubles, and pantoums. And we’ve set the ambitious goal of writing together and sharing one poem of a different form every month this year. I’m so excited! Even though we don’t actually write together, I feel the community of the 7 of us as I work on my poems.
Now, back to the triolet. I’m counting on Kelly or the other Poetry Seven to explain to you what a triolet is, so I’m just just going to drop my triolet without any explanation:>) I wrote two, but this one feels nicely suited to a week of saying goodbye to the past and hello to 2015. Perhaps I’ll share my other one next Friday. This one was inspired by my daughter Maddie, who at the time of my writing, was getting ready to leave for six months in Scotland and India. That literal leaving coupled with the more general leaving of her growing up and leaving home for the great big world…oi.
Rowing to the Future
No looking back–I will not find
my truth. Dissolving in the sand,
relentless waves crash far behind.
No looking back. I will not find
unblistered palms. I’m undefined.
I fiercely row to unmapped land.
No looking back. I will not find
my truth, only dissolving sand.
–Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved
Here I am reading “Rowing to the Future.”
And you can find the other fabulous triolets by clicking on the links below. I feel so lucky to be writing in the new year with these fabulous poets and friends. We don’t always talk often, but we are bonded by poetry, and what could be better? (I’ve put my favorite single line from each triolet in parentheses.)
[Addendum: Complete links to come as everyone posts their triolets!]
Liz Garton Scanlon (who, thankfully, calls us to arms every so often!) – Liz’s triolet was inspired by a story of ancient art, and I love the way her lovely inclusive soul pours out in this poem. (“As old as God, as large, as small”)
Tanita S. Davis – Tanita’s makes me really think about the Photoshopping we do to make our lives more interesting to others, and the real lives that lie behind the little lies that social media magnifies and perpetuates. (“a life, air brushed by Photoshop,”)
Kelly Fineman – Kelly ponders what does and doesn’t matter, and gently reminds us that change happens regardless of whether we want or embrace it. Yup. She also uses shorter line lengths for a completely different triolet feel. (“what you think. Change is.“)
Sara Lewis Holmes – Sara shares a gorgeous triolet that feels comforting to me and reminds me to slow down. (“Else we dry to salt, fleeing night-depths of the ocean;”
Andromeda Jazmon – Andi shares a wonderful tribute to her firefighter brother-in-law, who is struggling with a serious illness. (“For all the fires. You send to ash”)
Tricia Stohr-Hunt – Tricia, whose birthday request started us off on this particular poetry project, shares a triolet called “Letting Go,” which she wrote about the death of her colleague/mentor. It’s sad and beautiful and speaks to me on so many levels right now. Letting go is hard. Holding on and holding back are both easy, but not always right or rewarding. Tricia is, conveniently, the Poetry Friday host, too, so by visiting to read her triolet, you’ll get the whole Poetry Friday Roundup, as well. (“watch you loosed and taking flight”)