Oct 17, 2008

Random Acts of Poetry

by Anonymous

Marcus here. It's Friday. And there's something about Fridays that makes me want to celebrate with good words. Maybe it's the promise of the weekend—two whole days to be with my family. To spend time with with my wife or be a pirate with my kids. Or get in my kayak and paddle down the Guadalupe. (Ah, the joy of fall and winter in Texas.)

So I started thinking, maybe other people feel good on Fridays too. Maybe they'd like a small way to celebrate. (Over on GoodWordEditing.com, I've sometimes used this as an excuse for Poetry Friday —though I'm on sabbatical there right now.)

I know that every day is a day for good words, for snippets of poetic language or outright poems, but Friday's a good excuse to indulge. So we're going to try a celebration experiment here at High Calling Blogs. Random Acts of Poetry, on Fridays. Small celebrations of beautiful language wherever we've managed to find it on the network— snippets of poetic prose, or outright poems.

We hope we can celebrate like this every Friday, but beauty is sometimes elusive. Anyway, that's why I'm calling this an experiment. We'll see how it goes.

For today, here's an outright poem we found at L.L. Barkat's blog Love Notes to Yahweh. She wrote it in thanksgiving for her baby niece Summer Rain who survived against all odds...

Homecoming

From birth, long months
you had lain triple broken
hearted, needle pricked,
wired, ravaged by fire

of fever and untold pain. Still.
Just yesterday you quietly came,
a blue cloud of promise o'er rise
of hill— late summer rain.