This morning I read a beautiful piece that my friend, the poet Niall O’Connor posted on Facebook titled The Life of Poetry by Muriel Rukeyser. It struck a chord with me as I had just written a poem having found a photograph of my mother the previous evening. Rukeyser in the piece talks of poetry as “A way to allow people . . . to feel the full value of the meaning of emotions and ideas in their relations with each other.” Thank you for the sharing Niall. So I share this poem in its raw, un-worked state. I don’t know if it’s the start of something bigger, or the end . . . of something I’ve been trying to say for years.
After all these years
I found her again in a photograph last night
And it’s not as if I don’t have hundreds
But this one was her . . .
Her in the middle of a party
Her in the middle of a song of laughter
With her head thrown back
Her blue rinsed hair curled too tight with
A look in her eyes that had a way of telling me
The world would come ‘round right.