lovedI am participating in National Poetry Writing Month, where the goal is to write one poem a day for 30 days. During the month of April, I will be using the writing prompts at ReadWritePoem.org and posting the results.
Day twenty-six prompt (let’s get metaphysical)
Rumi was a medieval psychonaut who explored his connection to the universe by diving inward. Today, if you like, read “What Was Told, That,” and then write a poem in response. Or, you can try responding to a poem by Hafiz. Daniel Ladinsky has translated “The Woman I Love,” by Hafiz. Read this poem, and write your own love poem to whatever you find when you look deeply into your own heart.
My Love Commutes
(after "The Woman I Love" by Hafiz)
Mornings when you have gone
to work, my love, I fall into
your dreams: rumble on
your bus, feel the weight of
your bag, nod my
tired, stubbled cheek against
a window. To bus hum, I snore
softly, wire glasses slipping
down my nose. When bus stops,
I stretch strong arms, move
slowly in heavy dress shoes
down the aisle. And as you
yawn more fully awake, I
slip back into my own
dreams. Still
loving you, from here.
I chose the Hafiz poem (please follow the link above and read it). It spoke to me because of the connectedness that I feel love provides. Plus, I don't write nearly enough love poems for my wonderful husband.
Moral:
Love sees long distance.
