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Thanksgiving elicits memories of family togetherness or strife, and gratitude for all we have, even when stressful times prevail.  I have asked the poets to share their thoughts about this holiday, family and gratitude. Gayle Slaten, Poet Laureate, Host of Poetry Connection


Family Preservation

 

I understand you are frustrated

Saddened by aggression or anxiety

Demonstrated in depths of a reactive intention

Triggered by life’s brutal rejection

 

I offer the release of your subjectivity

A family preserved with all its dignity

Infused with the idea of nature versus nurture

Guiding toward a boundless future

 

Distress collides with what life has sent

Unable to understand its true intent

Forget all your troubles and release them to me

In abundance, support to your family

 

And I will embrace no judgment I leave that to God

For it is he who created you, with a clever nod

Brushing you beautifully with the brilliancy

Of a family’s individuality

 

I will smile when there is laughter

And cry when there is pain

I will teach you the rhythm

To dance in life again

 

Shelly Koyen



Gratitude and Family

 

My family is more than blood

And more than home

And more than birthdays

Of when I was born

 

When I read my poems of sorrow and hope 

To a crowd of this and that unknown face

At the end I love them

With hugs and grace

 

And they become 

My brothers and sisters

My beloved ones 

Sealed by deep joy

 

Childhood may call for tears

Life may fall apart each night 

Until a smile becomes

As a moonrise of light

 

Dale Goodvin


FLIGHTS OF FANCY

Flights of Fancy

Yield truths that were available, 

But un-tested, untried.

 

Flights of fancy

Take me to the shore at ebbing tide

Pools reflect soaring paths not taken

Slow currents lead to an escaping trickle

Beyond lies open water, 

Limitless water.

Here there is no salty taste of regret.

 

Flights of Fancy

Expose my mind to the tides and storms

Then guide me back to shore

And the knowledge submerged in tide pools.

A place to learn and await another 

Flight of fancy. 


Carolyn Wiley

Gratitude for freedom of thought.

 

Be Thankful Anyway

Shootings,

Shouting,

Shocking unraveling

of who we are,

innocents lost

(oh my heart!)

innocence lost.

Hard to get up

in the morning and

be thankful today.

 

Be thankful anyway.

 

Watch birds in flight.

Let butterfly land

upon hand and

delicately taste your salt.

Sing in sweet air

after heavy rain—

one hundred gifts a day.

 

Find them and be thankful.

Be Thankful and find them.

Let your heart beat in grace,

connected with the wild

that still runs in your soul,

thankful for just this day

at Sun’s rising.

 

It’s a hard world

of living and dying,

of truth and lying

each and every day.

 

Be thankful anyway.

 

Lorraine Hart



Forever Grateful

 

Poems squish out of us

walking in the rainy season we do not know,

as we bow forward, as we talk and play

about love charms dangling at our wrists

or lying on the threshold we call

sunlight in the morning.

 

God’s little finger tickles us

as we rush down the rapids

between the iron-crusted boulders of death

that circumvent our lives.

 

We pull and pull at the oars

first learning how to pray──

a world flushes out fast before us

like old coins pour through a hole in a pocket.

 

Faster than the movement through

our own fabled bowels

we drift into a calm pool, 

a back eddy of our soul’s belonging.

 

Now we have tasted the freshwater of gratitude

on the prow of our lips,

in the blood that rushes to our muscles and bones:

our hearts are drumming for someone’s life 

we may never see or know── 

to be forever grateful, for all the cherished voices

the deepest healing overtones.

 

Mokasiya

Contact me to purchase a signed book of my poetry.

mokalightpoetry@gmail.com


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