~ we only need an openness and an eagerness to embrace the possibilities!

A surly old poetry colleague used to harangue his fellow writers whenever an uncommon or foreign word, expression or phrase was used in the poems we shared in group gatherings. I always held a different (read: healthier, more vibrant!) take on the matter. I love stumbling across fresh-to-me opportunities in poetry and prose to gain new knowledge and insights.

This morning, during my daily poetry readings, I discovered the following words and phrases, all new and previously unknown to me:

  • the florin: a historically significant coin, first issued in Florence in 1252
  • the joyous noise of polyphony: think ‘morning bells are ringing’ in what we used to call singing in the round when I was in Girl Scouts.
  • Odin’s ravens: Huginn and Muginn in Norse mythology, ‘thought’ and ‘memory’, respectively; they flew across the world gathering information and each night returned to whisper what they’d learned into Odin’s ears, welcome additions to his arsenal of wisdom.

Life-changing, attaining these simple lessons? Probably not. But, with a smile on my face, I enjoyed the process of discovery, the ‘aha’ moments and the tucking-away of precious new (and perhaps useful) information for future writing endeavors.

Here’s to our own special ravens!

zoology was not on my radar —

you knew that better than anyone, your

x-ray vision exposing my every weakness,

wild extrapolations I could not be held responsible for,

vindications souring like fermented wine,

usurping fanatical tongues

thick with unwarranted lies, fabrications

slickened with vicious outrage,

resourceful in their clever

quintessential civic demeanors, nibbling

pralines, pretzels and prawns — somber

overtures devoid of quiet

nocturnal memories, etchings of

Montgomery, Alabama in spring,

lemon tree lovers

kept in the dark, spirited

junctures of time, the endearing

individuality, the oozing charisma

hovering on a far-fetched periphery —

garnets of an abandoned childhood,

frank discussions over Spaghetti-O’s,

elegant petit fours and Black Cherry Kool-Aid —

dinner trays at Auntie June’s, sitting on her kitchen sofa,

cat hair adhering to black velvet,

back when the Internet was nobody’s pipe-dream,

AI not yet invented to keep you from living your very best life