In a moment of slow thoughts and stopped pen, I asked my daughter for 5 random words that I should write about. Her words were: daughter (she first stated “me”), love, cat, friends, happy.
Looking into her blue-green eyes
I see my own, age 7, sweet innocence
of a happy child, playing hopscotch at recess
dancing on the sand, skipping rope with friends
coloring pictures on the sidewalk.
Hugging her tightly in my arms
I feel love radiate warmth between us
a slow, welcome heat
like the soft, fluffy fur of a cat
basking in the sun’s rays.
Copyright Stacie Eirich April 6 2016
Today I return to my home routine of the early morn: preparing my children breakfast, re-checking their school bags, making my coffee and trying to get in a few moments of writing before they wake. Those moments don’t always happen, but when they do, I feel a small success and a lightened heart, somehow forwarding my motion towards that ubiquitous word: achievement. This is a term I think a lot about as a former English teacher and current SAT scorer (don’t ask, I can’t tell) — it’s a word that simultaneously drives me and scares me, a word that I believe both helps and hurts us.
My muse this morning, then, was this sense of achievement, as well as the desire for more. In its wake, I was left with this small poem, and more SATs to score.
Outside my window
flowing with birdsong
sun shining down from
high above after the dawn.
I sit, pencil in hand
in my little shell notebook
of dreams, sipping hazelnut
the beginnings of a new day.
Copyright Stacie Eirich 4/4/16
Perhaps even the smallest moment to do what your heart wants most, shared with no one or anyone you choose, is your achievement. It was mine today — I wish you your own.
Later this week I’ll return with a book review of what I’m reading now, The Moonlit Garden. I’ll also be reading and/or writing a poem a day to celebrate National Poetry Month throughout April. Check out the poetry events available in your area and read a poem a day at www.poets.org
Songs of the Sea — 3 Haiku
Sun sets. On the beach
lovers watch, sandy toes in
smooth blue waves on shore.
Sand tickles my feet
salty wind gently blows, waves
shimmer like diamonds.
Waves crash the jetty
spraying the rocks with white foam
dolphins play, boats sway
against the warm winds
fish caught, hanging in hot sun
Copyright Stacie Eirich 4/1/16
The pictures above are my own, taken on the beach in Florida, where I’ve spent a few precious days soaking in the warm sun and salty ocean air. Though Haiku is not a poetic form I’ve tried often before, I felt it right for these moments — when the sound and vision of the ocean almost stop your senses and words seem small, yet meaningful.
Tomorrow I’ll journey homeward, away from this ocean — but I will carry with me a few shells from the sand — to remember this visit by, and think on the time I’ll return.