Poems for your pockets

I nearly forgot Poem In Your Pocket Day today. I LOVE poetry. I once thought of myself as a poet (and actually still believe it's latent in me, my poet-ness, waiting for a moment to step out). In the meantime I enjoy any reason to read, share or talk about poetry and its indirect transformational powers. I think we should make congress speak in poetry for a few days and see if more compassion, clarity, and wholeness emerges where hate and vitriol seem to have taken root.

When I started searching for my poem for my pocket today, I had to change my clothes in order to have more pockets. Here are some of my favorites:

maggie and milly and molly and may -- by e.e. cummings

maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach (to play one day)
 
and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,

and milly befriended a stranded star whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:

and may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)

it’s always ourselves we find in the sea

And, I found this one...and this one. To get your own poem(s), you can browse here.

And, here. OK, I'll stop now.

Comments

[Donna]

Thanks for reminding me that being Lost can be a good thing.

[Liz]

Love this -- thanks, Chris! I remember some days in high school when I'd forgotten to bring in lunch money, I'd spend some time reading poems in the library and feel richly satisfied. Still kinda hungry ;) but so satisfied.