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Blasting You With Poetry: 2022: Week 4

April is National Poetry Month.

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To celebrate, Bonny, Kat, Sarah, and I have been sharing poetry with you each Thursday during April. This week - our last - we're sharing the poems we "carry in our pockets." Y'know. Those comfortable, favorite poems that we "carry around" and share whenever we can. 

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Poem In Your Pocket Day . . . is really A Thing, and has been since 2008. It's designed for people to simply share poems they love with others. In the days before the pandemic, I would actually print out copies of a short poem and carry them around with me on Poem In Your Pocket Day. I left them behind on coffee shop tables, in gym lockers, on shelves at the grocery store. That kind of thing. It was fun, even though I imagine most people ignored them or tossed them in the trash.

Anyway, now I'll just share the poem in my pocket here . . .with you!

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I Worried
Mary Oliver

I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not, how shall
I correct it?

Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?

Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.

Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?

Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out in to the morning,
and sang.

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Today's poem is from my copy of Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver, published by Penguin Random House, 2017. For more information about today's poet, Mary Oliver, click here.

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Be sure to visit Bonny, Kat, and Sarah today so you can read the poems they carry in their pockets (fabulous poems, all!). And thank you for celebrating National Poetry Month with us this year.

 

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Bonny

I haven't yet given up worrying completely, but Mary Oliver has some very good reminders that it often comes to nothing. I'll go out singing (to myself, anyway) to collect the trash bin. Thanks for sharing this poem and poetry all month, Kym!

kat

Oh, this is so perfect Kym! (but of course Mary Oliver would get it just so... wouldn't she?)

Thank you so much for sharing it! XO

Sarah

Mary Oliver never disappoints! I feel like this realization is one that has to come with age. I can't say I don't worry about anything, but as I get older, I find there's less and less that I worry about. Of course, she says it a lot better than I can!

Carole

Such a great way to illustrated how ineffective it is to worry. Thank you.

Vera

Like others, I worry less than I used to...but still a little. I have not yet gotten to this poem in my copy of "Devotions" but will look forward to it. Meanwhile, it is now afternoon here, but I might take my old body out and sing (at least in my own head) a bit! Thanks for sharing such a great poem Kym.

Patty

Good words. xoxo :-)

Mary

Thursdays blogs have been my favorite this month - I love all the poetry and it is really inspiring to see what others choose to share. Thank you!

Gale Z

A favorite of mine too, cant return to it too often! I love love the idea of leaving poems around as you went to places-- I bet more were read than you know.

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