On Looking At The Beginning Of A Lifetime
All night, a growing sound
which opens the door
to allow a body through.
The day you were born
a mist rose from the river.
Seven swans flew over the bridge
their wings sounding damp air.
How can I write for you?
My heart is rapt, listening
to your soft breath.
We are still coming to ground.
poem and photo Rose Cook
(poem from Taking Flight by Rose Cook, pub Oversteps Books 2009)
I am very pleased to see three of my new poems published today by Clear Poetry. Many thanks.
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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
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