A stranger gave me a poem
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That poem gave me solace
and it was all I needed
to know I was not alone
despite the silence, for grief
is very personal yet universal.
backstory: Sherry Marr is certainly no stranger to me. She is one of the supportive members of my poetry community; a poet whose love for the natural world makes me want to become an ecopoet, when I grow up.
When I was staggering down the street, holding my bleeding hand, Sherry pointed me to Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer’s poetry. And what I found among her writings was a podcast, Emerging Form, she hosts with her friend Christie Aschwanden.
Though this is a creative process podcast rather than for poetry, Rosemerry reads some of her moving poems from time to time. These poems have managed to capture some of the feelings I cannot put in words. If you’re presently processing grief, you’ll find solace from some of the conversations on this podcast. Do check it out!
Many thanks Sherry for the gift of poetry, the sun starts to shine and birds can’t stop singing.
Happy Easter Sunday to all who celebrate it!
