Today is Poem in Your Pocket Day. What a fitting way to complete National Poetry Month! To learn more about this poetic celebration visit Poets.org from the Academy of American Poets.
For my literary contribution, I have selected something I wrote several years ago when my three kids were tinier. Middle daughter has always been joyously tactile in her appreciation of God's creation and the little corners of it that she gets to co create within.
|small sacraments of a daughter|
|by T. F. Silva|
In the bathroom:
a paper cup, a plastic spoon,
a pool of puddled water poured
into a small pond upon the tiled floor.
In the hallway:
patches of damp carpet
places where your tipping vessel
(a teapot? a cereal bowl? a purse?)
required more balance than your tip
toed passage could provide.
In the playroom
I see without seeing:
a tabletop of lids and cups
boxes and tins
and you apportioning
dispensing each to each
in splashy messy wonder.
If I called out, "Emily?"
the silence would still speak
of you, bottom lip puckered,
half pushed out, anxiously
hoping for the transparency
of your non reply.
Aquarian maiden, water princess,
pour forth your liquid generosity
and leave for me the privilege
of the cleaning up.
And now, a word from a master:
|by Gerard Manley Hopkins|
Glory be to God for dappled things--
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: