Poetry friends

Pradraig's voice of balm painted a story
of two poetry-loving-souls walking in the rain
conversing about a poem they both loved.
Driving to work, I sighed, wishing for such a friend.
David Wagoner's poetic words, were then written on my bones
Lost. Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here.
And, I thanked him for these directions.

Later in the day, Kim Rosen's words in her book
urged me to jot down the poems that
have touched my life and to remember why.

So, I did.

Mary Oliver reminded me of The Journey and 
how I finally knew one day what I had to do
even though all the voices kept shouting,
And Robert Frost asked whose woods these were,
to get up, you have miles to go before you sleep.
Then, Mary again, with a message
that you do not have to be good, just let the
the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Rumi joined in the conversation 
and said, be grateful for whoever comes,
welcome and entertain them all!

Soon, we were all laughing and crying
and nodding and hugging,
my poet friends and I.

Wherever you are is Here, whispered David.

And, Kim Rosen smiled, as I followed her breadcrumbs
that rescued my bandwagon of thoughts
and redirected them to the path 
of my soul.

I asked Rosemerry how I should thank them.
She hummed. . .
write them a poem
in a whole field of eternal thank yous.

So, I did.

Draft 2022 Shari Daniels
Writing and sharing a poem a day ~ 
"The writing is inhaling and the sharing is exhaling.
They don't have to be good, they just have to be true."
                      ~Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer