Thrilled that this particular poem was featured 18 April ’18 by National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). The generative prompt for it appeared the preceding day, April 17: “…write a poem re-telling a family anecdote that has stuck with you over time.” The concept and format of the poem were heavily inspired by Billy Collins’ “Directions” in Sailing Around the Room.
Carrying the Ashes
dedicated to my sister, Nanci Hamblett Wilson
You know the granite chunks on the beach,
the ones you see from the dinghy,
the ones that wend their way to
the path?
And you know how if you follow the path
up the steepest part of the slope
and climb up into the woods you might
have to grab hold of saplings until
you come to the raspberry patches, picked over
by each of us every summer
right under the grove of tall pine, dripping now
with grandfather’s beard?
And farther on, you know how the path
twists to the left and narrows between juniper
and if you go beyond that you arrive
in the clearing with the long stone ridge
bordered by the small field
followed by the big field that tumbles
right back down to the sea
just to the left of the cabin
where there was the singular chair?
That’s a fine place to stop
and catch your breath.
Of course, the journey’s best done with
your hands free. But you know when
you have a load to carry and your hands are so full
you can’t even grasp a sapling?
Just remember that the beginning of the path
is the steepest and, with each step,
the raspberries are getting closer.
And it helps if you have someone
to chat with when you take breaks
and can switch the load from one to the other
up the path to the singular chair.
So, let me know before you set out next time.
I’ll row the dinghy and you can put your hand
on my shoulder as we cross the granite chunks.
Bring a bowl for the raspberry patch
and I’ll bring an old blanket
and we’ll nibble away an afternoon
where there the singular chair once sat
and catch our breath.
……….Liz, Wonderful!! ________________________________
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Thanks! As it turns out, this poem was chosen to be featured for they day, April 18, by National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) (brag brag brag)
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Awesome! Easy to see why you got featured with this one. Congratulations!
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Really enjoyed this. Have read it twice today. Different elements delightful in each reading. Will read it again and see what else will bubbles up. Love it!
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And I have just reread your kind words for the third…OK! OK! …fifth time today. Thank you.
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A very beautiful and moving tribute to Nanci. Thank you for letting us share in the experience.
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oh i so want to go there!
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Thanks! It’s a real island — in Penobscot Bay, off the coast of Maine, USA
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This is my favorite poem of all I’ve read in a long time .
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Oh my! I’m so glad!
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I see you two there- and feel its peace again.
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I did too, while writing it. At present, trying to figure out how cook a wild boar’s leg , as you do — gift from our lovely new neighbors. xo
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I can smell the sea and taste the berries.
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Liz- I just read this aloud to John. Believe it or not, I had not seen the dedication. I am just so amazed at how you can capture an emotion. John says you are “amazing”
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Delightful poem, Liz! I walked with you the whole way, arms and soul filled with your words, and have just stopped to catch my breath…. It’s beautiful up here.
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Such a beautiful poetry… ♥
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Ok you got me on this one-
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xo
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