During these several days past the end of National Poetry Month, I continue to read posts by fellow poets in my poetry community. Many penned poems daily or in my case as many days as my schedule would permit. It is within this cocoon of poetic goodness that I find peace among the unpacked boxes. Today's entry will be one that fills in the gap of some days of missing writing during April. The digitized photo of my 15-month old granddaughter becomes my poetry prompt to join the Poetry Sisters' challenge for April: write a poem in the style of the poem, Innocence by Linda Hogan. While thinking about this theme, I realized that there is nothing more innocent in my life right now than a baby's ability to feel and emit deep love.
Than a baby snuggled in one's arms.
Soft, supple flesh cuddling closely
Wide-eyed stares connecting.
There is no knowing of what
Is to become in the
great expanse of life.
For now, from babyhood to
toddler exploration, pure laughter
floods life with joy.
One day, she will mature,
Perambulate about in a normal fashion,
Not struggling with awkward movements,
slowly understanding life's complexities.
For now innocence Is transparent,
Swaddled in a encasement of love.
As an observer of what is to follow,
I watch her growth, learning alongside her-
knowing within her new beginnings
mine are also on the horizon.
Reading through Hogan's poem and the Poetry Sisters' responses, I realized how significant our ponderings become in our view of life. Could there be an deeper exploration of this theme? Could I be more introspective? This poem is but one small piece in an ocean of thoughts.