Poetry. Memory. Ash.

Thanks, Pam, for turning me on to create-a-thing-a-day month! I came in under the wire, and signed up! There are a hundred people in this community of bloggers, each choosing a weekly theme that informs a daily creation of some kind.  There is no judge, no standard, no expectation. Just each of us at our own computers, facing the blank (virtual) page, sharing the canvas of blog. It gives me a lightly tethered, galactic kind of feeling.

Leonard Cohen says: “Poetry is the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.” I decided my week one theme would be letting go of the past. My intention is that each poem I write breathe in my experience deeply, then let it go. It's time for the loves well lived to exhaust themselves to ash.

I like deadlines. Commitments motivate me to deliver. But it's day 2 and I'm already wondering how this latest, creative to-do is going to settle in with the rest of the making-it-happen chaos of my life. No one is paying me to do this. No one is expecting my daily deliverables to arrive in their in-box. No one is likely to be reading the poems, either. It's just a little promise between me and me. I look forward to seeing how Sage-as-part-of-art-constellation shows up for herself. And will she inhale?