Start small.
Close the drapes.
Mute your phone.
Revisit botched endings in turn
like a row of dominoes.
Research poetry awards you’ve never even heard of
that you will not win.
Walk very far in cold rain.
Visit random cemeteries. Linger.
Listen to each of the stories within.
The times you turned away, didn’t show,
said the unkind thing.
There are limitless ways, really.
Try it with me.
Recall the times you promised something
you knew
you could never deliver.
Dig out old love letters, the ones received,
even better,
the ones you never sent.
It’s a muscle you can develop,
and in time learn that
sadness teaches you a thousand times more
than happiness ever will.
A sequence of my poems has been published in a hardcover book entitled The Music of Leaving Poems by Tricia McCallum
2 Responses
Oh yes…..so good and so important this one……Sadness always needs its place and it’s a bad day when it gets repressed…..because it is so much a part of life. The giving and the taking away…..The having and the loss…….Keep on writing these good ones!
The last 2 lines are so true… making some good come from sadness.