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Welcome, welcome, to Poetry Friday, one week until spring, a Friday, the thirteenth! Are you prepared to face any superstitions? I remember one of my grandfathers, wise in many ways, was very attuned to his own. I know that if one finds a penny, it's good to keep it in your pocket for good luck. When I was young and there seemed to be lots of clover in our yards, my friends and I spent time looking for four-leafed clovers. And lately, the bookstore was painted and ladders were everywhere. Did I walk under any of them? NO!
On one Friday, the 13th a long time ago, I shared a poem of superstition if you'd like to read it! Find it here!
I am not ignoring the terrible things happening in our world; they feel as if they're always on my mind. I'm rarely looking forward to the morning's news, but I don't look away, start there each morning, reluctant or not. And, I work to find one something I can do to help. From Ben Franklin, to have said "We must, indeed, all hang together or, most assuredly, we shall all hang separately.” at the signing of the Declaration of Independence, I take my inspiration.
This, however, is not about 'knocking on wood' to make things better. Whether they are our enemies or allies, someone is missing loved ones.
the rain
like teardrops falling
from one cloudy sky
filled with angels
Linda Baie ©
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So many teardrops. But what a lovely idea of the sky being filled with angels. Thank you, Linda. And thanks for rounding up! I'm not superstitious but I do like hearing and reading about superstitions.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Susan. I am later than I thought I'd be this evening, but ready for a special weekend reading your and others' poetry. As for superstition, it continues to be a tiny part of my life because of that particular grandfather!
DeleteThanks for your heartfelt poem Linda, hope it finds the eyes and hearts of some that are missing loved ones! Your pic carries the sentiment of your poem. Thanks also for Hosting this week!
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Michelle, that is a wish I have, wanting others to know that I am thinking of those who are so hurting.
DeleteI'm kind of superstitious -- usually a little nervous on Friday the 13th, no walking under ladders or stepping on sidewalk cracks. Your lovely poem feels hopeful to me despite all. We had rain today as well as snow (unusual for VA). Thanks for hosting!
ReplyDeleteWow, the weather changing seems to be touching us in such unexpected ways. I agree, Friday, the 13th certainly makes me aware of that day! Thanks, Jama!
DeleteThank you, Linda - for giving us thoughtfulness and beauty as always. ("Whether they are our enemies or allies, someone is missing loved ones." - Yes.) And re. superstitions, yes....? But I've always loved black cats and made peace with the number 13 years ago, so there's that. ;0) Thanks for hosting!!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Robyn, it is a day to take special care of one's black cat, I agree. And, you may have guessed, my thoughts continue to be on those, who are many, who have lost special loved ones.
DeleteThanks for rounding us up, Linda! I don't really believe in superstitions, but I'm a little like the scientist Niels Bohr who hung a horseshoe over his door for good luck -- I watch out for ladders and spilled salt and such. When a visitor asked if a scientist believed in such superstitions, Bohr replied, "No, but I am told that they bring luck even to those who do not believe in them!"
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mary Lee, they are ingrained in some of us, aren't they? Love the quote!
DeleteThank you for hosting, Linda. We've had 80 degree weather yesterday, snow today, and Friday the 13th tomorrow. What a WEEK! Thank you for hosting.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Marcie, ah, that mercurial weather we all seem to be having. Hope you have some settling for the weekend!
DeleteOh, Linda, so many tears and so many people missing loved ones. Thank you for your tender and heartfelt poem. And thank you for hosting this week. xo
ReplyDeleteYou're so welcome, Karen. I appreciate your kind comment. I have hope for change, and will not stop fighting for it!
DeleteSimple words; deep, thoughtful feelings. Thanks for sharing this, Linda, and for hosting.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome. and thank you for the kind words.
DeleteWe are in synch this week, Linda, Both of us floating by on clouds. I fully intended to write about world events but got diverted towards clouds. Maybe I need more time to tackle this obscenity that confronts us relentlessly. Your poem settles like a balm for the soul- and boy do we ever need that. Thank you for hosting. Your bookshop duties always sound inviting. Time among books is time well spent.
ReplyDeleteNow, I am looking forward to reading your thoughts on clouds, Alan. I am thankful that you had a good feeling from my poem. We all can use kind words after continuing news that is wrenching! The bookstore is a wonderful place to be, and I wish you could experience it, too! Thanks!
DeleteI’m heartbroken with all the loss, what soldiers are asked to do, and so much more. Lovely poem, Linda. Thank you for hosting.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Janice, you know I agree!
DeleteHi Linda! My dad has always been able to spot four-leaved clovers easily. He hunts them to give the rest of the family (we can't find them like he can! Maybe they appear just for him :) ) Thanks for hosting us big-heartedly. Those little girls. The loss is staggering, the tears necessary.
ReplyDeleteI love hearing about your dad, Tabatha. He brought all that and I imagine much more, to you! Yes, that loss is ever on my mind.
DeleteI am thinking of my father daily. He would hate what is happening. He is an angel crying tears. Thanks for hosting today.
ReplyDeleteOh, both a good and sad memory, Margaret. Sometimes I'm grateful that our older family members are not seeing what is happening. Thanks for sharing this.
DeleteThank you, Linda--We can always count on you to find the heart, the humanity, of any moment. <3
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you, too, who has been fighting hard for what's right, Laura.
DeleteLinda, thank you for hosting, and thank you for that gorgeous poem and "sky/filled with angels."
ReplyDeleteHi Mona, thank you, too. I'm glad you enjoyed my poem, a need to show our world today!
DeleteThank you, Linda, for hosting. I really like the twist in your poem from tears (sadness) to angels (celebration).
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Alice, glad that you enjoyed it, as I wrote to Mona, it is something I felt I had to write. Thank you, too!
DeleteDear Linda, I love thinking of those clouds full of angels. thank you! xo
ReplyDeleteIt's sad to ponder, I know, but I love that they're angels, too. Thanks, Irene!
DeleteSorry I didn't get a chance to post today, Linda. I love thinking about a sky filled with angels. Yes, we must hang together.
ReplyDeleteAmazing, but I saw that you commented a few times, and thought I'd missed you, looked again. There's always next week, Rose. Hope all is okay! And, thanks for coming by!
DeleteThank you for hosting today and for reminding us to work together and to notice the beauty in a sky filled with clouds.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Molly. Wishing you a great weekend being out & looking at those clouds!
DeleteLinda, thank you for hosting this week. Your angel poem is a special treat. It assures me that angels find their way to loved ones. I saw one vision in the clouds last year and enjoyed writing about it. I am glad to have a friend like you who understands.
ReplyDeleteIt is lovely to hear from you, Carol, and that you're carrying on, looking for the good in your world. I think about you every day!
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