I read at least one poem
every day.
It comes to me from the internet
by email.
I open my email and say to myself,
what kind of cornucopia is this?
That a poem should just appear
to insignificant me
every single day?
How wonderful is this world?
Poetry sprouts in my inbox
like a garden,
digital seeds
blooming
with expressions of love,
and hope
expressions of need,
and wonder,
beauty,
and paradox;
I will be the gardener,
weed
to make space
for growth.
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I also get poems delivered daily to my inbox, but I never thought to write a poem about it! Seeing the poetry in the potentially mundane is the greatest job of the poet, and you do it so well, my friend. Reimagining these daily poems as flowers in your garden is a stroke of genius. It’s a great little poem that wastes no words. And perhaps the aspect of the poem that resonates most, and that I respect the most, is the feeling of appreciation and gratitude. You inspire me with your poetry of gratitude and appreciation.
These are very kind words. I was certainly feeling gratitude and hopeful at that moment. And I guess I realized that I better capture that feeling before it fades quickly, which it usually does.
All seems beautiful to me,
I can repeat over to men and women You have done such good to me I would do the same to you,
I will recruit for myself and you as I go,
I will scatter myself among men and women as I go,
I will toss a new gladness and roughness among them,
Whoever denies me it shall not trouble me,
Whoever accepts me he or she shall be blessed and shall bless me.
Its whitman of course. Good and good
From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
Listening to others, considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.
I inhale great draughts of space,
The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.
I am larger, better than I thought,
I did not know I held so much goodness.
Thank you
Why “insignificant” you?
Because we’re all insignificant.
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