Waiting on the Wings: Remembering to Connect

3/27/2019

Happy Poetry Friday! It's great to be back in the round up this week. Thank you for visiting the ridge, and please stop by Carol's Corner for more of this week's collection of poetry!

Hope is a beautiful thing, especially when it has wings. It's just the kind of hope I needed after experiencing a difficult time. I remember feeling so lost and detached from a path I wanted to take very much. As humans, we have a yearning to belong, to feel a part of something bigger. We are driven to connect, and remembering connects us to our identity. When I lost sight of my goal and the realization that I might not achieve it, I returned to my memories of hope. It turns out, I had many of them waiting for me in my notebooks to remind me of hope.

Listen to my poem-

Invitation to Write:

While this poem is about waiting with silent hope for my dear Purple Martin swallows to return to the skies, it's more about returning to myself. I needed to remember the things that are most important to me. I needed to find a new hope. And with this new hope, I have found delight in the peaceful way in which it has arrived.

How does remembering help you connect to your identity? Where do you find new hope?

7 Comments

Linda Baie link

3/29/2019 02:20:34 pm

I love that "native fliers of song", Kiesha. My stepfather kept a martin house & would let me know when the martins returned. He was so excited. Perhaps each of us connect with one thing that is a rock to hold onto for hope? And certainly each is different in the way hope is found. Thanks, wishing you a grand poetry month!

Linda Mitchell

3/29/2019 04:21:19 pm

I am always happy to see you post on Poetry Friday. I am sorry to see you have had a difficult time. You know, we always wish people to be happy and not in any difficulty. But, sometimes, the difficult times are more important than not in our journey. I hope that you've learned the lessons that need learning and are back on your feet. That line, Sweet gypsy birds is SO happy and so like spring. It makes me happy.

Kimberly M. Hutmacher link

3/30/2019 05:42:45 am

What a lovely poem. I find the season of spring brings so much hope,

Jane @ Raincity Librarian link

3/30/2019 09:10:27 am

Sometimes even our darkest times can be gifts, granting us insight and inspiration, even if we don't realise it until long after the fact. Here's wishing you more sunny, happy days to come!

Tabatha

3/30/2019 05:13:56 pm

This is nice, Keisha: "remembering connects us to our identity." I also especially like "givers of grace." You have such a deep connection to nature -- it really shows in your poetry.

3/31/2019 01:33:16 am

Sorry I misspelled your name! :-)

Carol Varsalona link

4/1/2019 03:52:03 pm

Kiesha,
It is when we feel alone that hope comes and carries upwards like your sweet gypsy birds, givers of grace. May springtime bring joy back into your life as the sweet birds will. I look forward to more of your lovely poetry.