Today is Poetry at Work Day. I love my work and I love poetry, so this is clearly one of my favorite days.
You can read more about the day here. While the stated “purpose” of this day is to recognize that poetry exists everywhere, and that there are poetic aspects of everything, including one’s work; I think it’s equally valid to simply take this opportunity to share some poetry while at work. Because I’m a solo entrepreneur working from home, and I read poetry every day, I’m well prepared for this celebration.
Of course, I love and appreciate the “real” reason behind the day and am 100% on board with encouraging the world to look with eyes that see beyond the obvious and to take time to observe how things shift when we open the door to non-surface-y exploration. Isn’t it a lovely invitation to look around and see where poetry exists where we once only saw the mundane?
But I like the idea, too, of simply sharing poetry with one’s community, which when at work is one’s work community. So I’m going to do a bit of both.
Because I believe in the power of sharing poetry and I share it a lot, I often get variations on the questions “What do you see in poetry?” or “How can I understand/see/appreciate poetry?” or “How do I look at the world with the eyes of a poet?” So, although, I don’t have a work community, I can easily imagine trying to answer these questions if I did. I’d do it with a poem that I think answers these questions delightfully.
Isn’t that a perfectly lovely poem? And a beautiful invitation to look at the world around you more deeply? Which turns out to be what I consider the very essence of what poetry offers. You can read more about Eve Merriam here.
My part of the world has been locked in a frigid winter embrace for a while now, and the trees have long bared and entered their winter dreaming time. But yesterday I couldn’t help but smile and wonder how the little tree next door has managed to hang on to every one of its now-dried-out-brown leaves as though it were fully clothed. It seems a little magical and I can’t help but imagine it has something to do with my slightly magical neighbors who have extraordinary green thumbs. I take inordinate delight in being in close vicinity to this mystical little tree.
Leaves have also been on my mind, as someone said to me the other day, as she neared her 30th birthday, how she was entering the autumn of her life. I thought that was an exceptionally curious way to feel, particularly since almost a decade ago a friend said the exact same thing when she turned 40. With this latest declaration, I felt a door open, and I suspect one of the things I’ll be exploring more fully this year is society’s and my own ideas about aging.
But no matter where that exploration takes me, I have no doubt leaves will wind themselves into my language and symbology. They already have.
So tell me what you think Do you find anything poetic about your work? Discovered a poem that touched off an exploration for you? Are you willing to see magic around you? Do tell – you know I love to hear.
A few years ago I subscribed to the Poem-A-Day service using my work email address. The poem arrives around 11am for me, and it’s a window into another world – sometimes delightful, sometimes distressing, often challenging – in among the password reset requests and reports and admin emails.
I love that Kathleen – the poetry of the moment of a poem’s arrival amidst the unfolding of a work day.
Teaching language was a certain kind of poetry; the beauty of a well-crafted sentence, verb form, image, etc. I remember a poetry instructor in college telling us how vital and evocative each word needed to be in poems since they are generally briefer and more lyrical than prose.
I can definitely see the poetic nature of teaching language Margaret. And of classrooms, and student interactions, and the sensory aspects of traveling through school hallways, and I suspect there’s quite a lot of poetry in teacher lounges as well. It’s everywhere isn’t it?
Hi Deborah – what a delightful poem … I certainly hadn’t heard of it before – so now I’ll make a note of it – an excellent take on a poetic new life … great – cheers and here’s to a happy New Year ahead of us. Hilary
Somehow it always delights me to remind people that we all lead poetic lives. It reminds me of how we manage to convince kids they’re not artistic, and then have to spend the rest of their adult lives undoing that clearly wrong message.
A bit late, however, wishing you a magical 2022, dear Deborah.
For me this year is about realizing a long time dream/vision, or at least, the start of further development of that. (referring to your previous post).
As always, love your take on ‘the things of/in life’. Sending you as always a big hug with love.
How exciting Patty! I look forward to hearing more. And it’s never too late for good wishes – wishes you a fabulous 2022 filled with all manner of wonderfulness.