January 10, 2017

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Poem 1 for Saturday, January 7, 2017

Was it a “God-wink?”

An alignment of stars?

A serendipitous coincidence?

I don’t know, but

What I do know

Is that while

Driving home from yoga,

The happy, unplanned

Sighting of my son

Showing his son

The wondrous, unplanned

Sighting of deer

(In a snowstorm

On Woodford Road)

Was about the best

Thing

That has happened

In

A

Very

Long

Time.

Poem 2 for Saturday, January 7, 2017

They stopped by woods on a snowy

Morning.

By chance, I passed by.

“Why are you here, Grandma?”

I answered,

“Because I love you,”

But what I meant to say was

Generations of our family

Have found solace

In the sight of a deer.

 

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5 comments on “January 10, 2017

  1. Ramona says:

    Love both of these poems and the pic too! These were my favorite lines:

    “Generations of our family

    Have found solace

    In the sight of a deer.”

    What a blessing to see your son and grandson out in the snow for a wondrous, unplanned sighting of deer!

  2. Alice Nine says:

    Your words, “The happy, unplanned Sighting of my son Showing his son . . .”, made my mom-gramma heart happy. Both poems are lovely. I like the form of the first one. I put it into prose and found a lovely rambling sentence.

  3. Debbie Lynn says:

    Great poetry creating a beautiful picture.

  4. GirlGriot says:

    Oh, I love these both! And now I really want to see some deer! While that isn’t likely here in Brooklyn, I can remember some of the times I’ve seen deer in the past and find some solace in that. 🙂

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