I read a lot of Mary Oliver’s poetry. A few weeks ago I copied this line from her poem “Swimming One Day in August” in my notebook:
“…it will be time again for the deepening and quieting of the spirit.”
Then I jotted down a few things that deepen and quiet my spirit, and “words” came to mind. Yesterday I took that idea for my poem, “Growing a Story.”
Growing a Story I put pen to paper hoping to begin with the right word, the best word (there are so many from which to choose) just one, then another will arrive to keep the first company (we all need friends) the friends will ask others to join in, and they will grow into phrases, sentences, images, until they become… a story.
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