I saw Andrea Gibson many years ago in Lansing, Michigan... she still brings it.
“I know this world is far from perfect.
I am not the type to mistake a streetlight for the moon.
I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic.
But every ocean has a shoreline
and every shoreline has a tide
that is constantly returning
to wake the songbirds in our hands,
to wake the music in our bones,
to place one fearless kiss on the mouth of that new born river
that has to run through the center of our hearts
to find its way home.”
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Inspired by the #AndreaGibson #poem "Things That Don’t Suck" I decided to compile my own list of big and small gratitudes:
Cream soda. Pen pal letters. Weekend mornings. Typewriters. Street art. Roasting marshmallows. Pretty rocks. Really soft blankets. Cats. Sun showers. Pinball machines. Pumpkin patches. Birthday cake. Starling murmurations. Book stores. Bounce houses. Bubble wrap. Spring breezes. The northern lights. #Gratitude itself.
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Inspired by the #AndreaGibson #poem "Things That Don’t Suck" I decided to compile my own list of big and small gratitudes:
Cream soda. Pen pal letters. Weekend mornings. Typewriters. Street art. Roasting marshmallows. Pretty rocks. Really soft blankets. Cats. Sun showers. Pinball machines. Pumpkin patches. Birthday cake. Starling murmurations. Book stores. Bounce houses. Bubble wrap. Spring breezes. The northern lights. #Gratitude itself.
#writing #writer #poet #poetry #gratitude #poem #andreagibson
I love myself
is often spelled
g-o-o-d-b-y-e
- *Spelling bee without stinger* by Andrea Gibson
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