Postcard Poem – Advice

A few weeks ago I was telling a friend about some lower back pain I’ve been having when she offered some advice she claimed had worked for her. The first line of this poem has been stirring in me ever since. Then the card showed up in a postcard book of paintings by American Impressionists. Perfect, I thought. The woman in the image could well offer this kind of advice. The second line didn’t show up till this morning.

Center Ring, 1922 - Gifford Beal

Center Ring, 1922 – Gifford Beal

 

Advice (with a nod to Dorothy Parker)

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About wrensong

I am a poet who collects stones. I am a wanderer of creek beds and forests, canyons and high desert who, coming home, sometimes finds words to tell the story. I am a companion with others in the search for Deep, Wild Soul. I shape containers in time and space for others to come together to write, to tell their stories, to hold each other in the telling. I am a grandmother and the companion of a cat named Alaya. I often travel out into open country with a man who calls himself Dunewalker who has hung his hammock in my heart.
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