We are also positioned close enough to the mountains and the beach for easy daytrips and the weather is fantastic. I have seen it snow once… for about five minutes. But we made snow balls the best we could until it turned into slush. My husband and I have been blessed with three wonderful children who are out living their adventures, so we are currently empty nesters.
Then I thought, well, I need to learn more about poetry. Some of these are what I call “bursts” or “tiny bubbles” on my site, simply snippets that delight me but aren’t fully formed poems. I didn’t know much about the technical aspects of poem-writing, still don’t, but I’ve been learning and practicing ever since.
My mother’s death was like an explosion in which a mountain crumbled on top of me. It took me years to dig my way back out and Poetry was my salvation. It kept me sane, both in the writing and reading of it. The funny thing is I never considered myself a poet. Poetry seemed too high and lofty for me, way out of my reach, but I was content to write it. It was like medicine, that’s all I knew.
Last year my husband, daughter and I made our way to Zion and Bryce Canyon, which is one of the most magical places I’ve ever been. I enjoy camping with my family. I love chocolate and wine. I enjoy indulging in good food and keep trying to develop more joy in moving my body to complement.
Poets United: This is simply wonderful! We love you back! I especially love "sacred word weavers". Do you have some writing goals for the coming year?
I am a barren tree in the deepest winter, unfinished, barely breathing, yet pregnant with spring’s anticipation. I am the word on the tip of your tongue that you can’t remember. I am the walk to the open refrigerator door when you meant to search for your ruler. I am the whisper wandering in the middle of midnight teasing you awake. I am the desire of dreaming, I am the embodiment of joy. I am the meaning of life as well as its mystery. I am the questions that can never be answered, only followed, propelling into the lair of love’s incubation. I am the soaring wind in the sacred skies of volatile vibrations. I am the relief for parched lips on a very hot, dry day. I am the the tickle that suggests there’s more to life, I am the one to point out the marvelous in the mundane. I am the one who cries in the wilderness, “make room for the divine, clear out the ego stuff that partitions spirit from soul.” I am.
Poets United: This is just so beautiful - and inspiring! Is there anything else you’d like to say to Poets United?
Poets United: It is our pleasure, Serena. Thanks for sharing.
Well, kids? Wasn't that a wonderful visit? Isn't it true that the people behind the pens are some of the most interesting folks around? Come back and see who we talk to next. Who knows? It might be you!