Make the Ordinary Come Alive by William Martin
Do not ask your children
to strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is a way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples, and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.
From The Parent’s Tao Te Ching: Ancient Advice for Modern Parents
photograph Rose Cook
I will be reading as part of this event. Here is one of my poems from the anthology:
I am slow.
I am sway.
I am echo.
The great earth holds me.
I am ship. I am flow.
My bones are of whales.
I am large and grateful. I move with no hurry.
There is time. We have time.
Watch my eye. With it I see you and the shine of colour,
which fills me till my grey skin rustles.
I know there is an always happiness here
even in the mud. The frog knows.
We will go in procession.
Follow and feel the rhythm of my walk.
My steps sway you,
I will rock you to beyond yourself.
Be more than you have ever been.
Be what you have always been.
Be with me.
Be with me.
Follow. Follow me.
by Rose Cook
Snowdrop by Ted Hughes
Now is the globe shrunk tight
Round the mouse’s dulled wintering heart.
Weasel and crow, as if moulded in brass,
Move through an outer darkness
Not in their right minds,
With the other deaths. She, too, pursues her ends,
Brutal as the stars of this month,
Her pale head heavy as metal.
photo Rose Cook
this is the time of ice, of hungry birds,
give broken bread so they may come –
crows slip on the tops of walls,
puffed pigeon risk a cat-watched lawn
( whisper it )
this is a time of dilemmas
whether to give or not,
does it matter or not,
looking for meaning
( remember it )
is about loving
Poem and photograph Rose Cook