There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town: Poetry Friday: Once I Got a Postcard

Thursday, August 20, 2020

This week's roundup is here.

Tabatha said...: ♥️ Love! ♥️; 6:10 PM
Linda B said...: It is always those little things! Thanks, Ruth!; 7:58 AM
michelle kogan said...: Ah, but poetry provides refuge for unreal times, thanks Ruth.; 9:48 AM
Linda Mitchell said...: Wow! Such a beautiful poem! From a sugarcane field in Fiji to the handkerchief.; 1:25 PM
Ramona said...: "...sawdust coming from under the saw
or soft yellowish shavings from a plane."
These words immediately transported me to my father's shed and treasuring the ordinary in that sacred space.; 5:17 PM
Carol Varsalona said...: What a wonderful poem, Ruth. I hope you are staying strong.; 9:04 PM
Tara said...: I love this poem.; 7:30 AM
Janice Scully said...: This poem from an Estonian poet-- at first I expected it must be exotic in some way. But it was simply a poem, a lovely one, but simply a poem. Thank you for sharing it and having it inspire me to think about what's ordinary and what is not.; 4:54 PM
Matt Forrest Esenwine said...: Love this poem, Ruth - not only because of the imagery and beautiful emotion behind it, but because my poem today references sawdust, as well - the kind that used to waft through the air when my father would craft his carved wood signs. Thanks for sharing this!; 6:05 PM