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1914 - D on burroFor the third year, I am participating in the August Poetry Postcard Fest. It works like this: you sign up, gather 31 postcards and stamps, then on each day of August you write a postcard-size poem onto one of the cards and mail it to the next person on the list. In turn, you receive poetry postcards, somehow always a surprise and a delight, even though you anticipate their arrival.

The send/receive ratio is not always perfect, but I take the challenge seriously and write a fresh poem each day, rough drafts to be sure, usually inspired by the image on the card.

After last year’s fest, I decided to continue the daily practice, sans postcards, each morning drafting a tiny poem inspired by whatever is on my mind or in my sight. Among those 300-some poems I may later discover something worthwhile, some words that merit further attention, that will perhaps find their way into a new poem. Meanwhile, it’s simply a practice in the many senses of that word.

Today, hoping to pick up my ragged thread of family stories, I found this photo of my mother. Appropriately, it’s a postcard.

we are bundled both
in our winter coats
uncertain strangers
holding very still
warming each other
this moment of love
we will not remember

8 responses to “practice

  1. Sheila S August 12, 2013 at 10:27 am

    “this moment of love/we will not remember” – just as well, since the Other is an ass! I love this – delightful.

  2. jik August 12, 2013 at 10:32 am

    “Thanks, Sheila,” she said, laughing.

  3. seingraham August 12, 2013 at 11:38 am

    Thanks for sharing this vignette/slice of your history…I’m quite sure I wouldn’t be sending this one either, but you’ve found a way to put it out there all the same…and I love what the commenter Shelia had to say about the “Other”…all too true

  4. jik August 12, 2013 at 12:41 pm

    Thank YOU for your comment — especially timely as YOU are on my list and are the addressee on today’s postcard! ;-) jik

  5. tomwisk August 12, 2013 at 1:04 pm

    Thanks. I can’t write poetry but your post reminded me that to do my job I have to write something every day no matter how minor or disconnected because it might just bail me out in the future.

  6. jik August 12, 2013 at 2:22 pm

    Thanks. Yes. I believe that. And I’m very clever about finding reasons that today is the exception. These postcard-size poems are so small it’s hard to find a reason not to do them, and once I get started, get even a few words written, then the process takes over from the excuse-making.

  7. LaVera August 12, 2013 at 10:47 pm

    What a fun Idea. Maybe I’ll try it with drawings.

  8. jik August 13, 2013 at 8:43 am

    Good idea, LaVera!

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