Myra here.

Thank you to dear Tabatha Yeatts of The Opposite Of Indifference for hosting this week.

It has been months since I joined the Poetry Friday community, and I do miss it greatly. Life has been pretty frenzied as of recent, and I am sure everyone is simply struggling to survive the best way they know how.

Truth be told, poetry has not returned back to me yet. Once again, I attribute this to my incredibly hectic schedule that barely allows me to breathe. Poetry requires one to pause, consider, and stare at the marvel of the world, the intricacies of a leaf, or be still enough to let melody wash over one’s soul. I do come up for air every once in awhile, and still manage to read my novels and watch my fantasy series – yet poetry requires a different sensibility, a mindfulness that is all-embracing, and a quiet that allows joy to seep through. I was happy when this poem by David Malouf shared by a friend on social media tugged something in me, and I am hoping it reaches you too wherever you are in the world. Happy New Year, poetry-loving friends. I am glad to be among you today.

January 21, 2022 at 06:31AM Myra Garces-Bacsal