A POEM ABOUT IDEAS

Welcome to Poetry Friday, this week hosted by artist and poet Molly, here at Nix the Comfort Zone. Thank you, Molly, for hosting. I look forward to seeing what you will be sharing.

What a busy summer . . . as it always is, I suppose. One of highlights of mine is taking part in the Summer Swap, organized by Tabatha Yeatts. This week I received a handmade journal made from a Little Golden Book:

Handmade Journal created from a Golden book by Linda Mitchell

It’s a lovely journal that I think I will use to record books I’ve read, to organize my reading better, and better remember titles and authors. Linda also sent poetry. One of her poems, entitled INKLING, is about ideas which we all know are so mysterious.

INKLING

By Linda Mitchell

Inkling is a sand-colored word

spilling from fingers

onto the beach along a foamy waterline–

a hint, an idea in the millions of grains

from once just held.

One particle might–maybe, become poetry

if a speck of time or space

can be found away from

squealing sunbathers splashing

in a frigid surf.

Look down at your feet, bare and salty

as your birth day, watch

the particle swish out, wash in,

tumbling in wave rhythm,

syncopate with minuscule shells.

Muscle memory urges your fingers

to compose also in sea spray, cloud, and wind.

Arms outstretched, you write

across the sky until stars climb high

to read a chapter, and sing

you a goodnight song.

Linda’s poem reminded me of the beach in Pacifica, California, seen here in one of my sketches, where one finds a whole beach full of ideas.

Have a great weekend. Thank you, Molly for hosting.