As we pack up to head south, I look forward to my Florida birds.
Thank you to my friend Joan who gave me a book I love dipping into:
Mary Oliver's What Do We Know: Poems and Prose Poems
If you click on that link, you can read a selection,
from Google books.
From "Summer Poem"
...the white heron
like a dropped cloud,
taking one slow step
then standing while then taking
her own soft-footed poem
through still waters.
Sadly, my earliest attempts at poetry share none of her beauty and lyricism.
While packing, I
uncovered this in a very old scrapbook. It was published in The
Commercial Appeal when I was eleven. I share so no one reading this blog
should be afraid to share, no matter how embarrassing your early efforts
might be. It's all about revision, which I (obviously) didn't understand
at age eleven.
I've learned a lot. Maybe not about poetry. But certainly about revising.
More Mary Oliver?