A Thing You Could do to Change Your Life / Read Poetry Aloud

Positive change comes slowly. Rarely does it happen as in Hollywood movies, or in fairytales, or in our imagination, that something significant happens--a handsome prince comes galavanting along on his buttercup pony and climbs your golden locks and kisses you and you wake and the rose is reborn and you live happily ever forever and ever after. But you knew that already. It's usually something small that makes a positive change in our lives. A stray cat finds us and we remember what love feels like. A new lidded cup that we love to hold and drink from ensures that we drink water all day long. A child begins to say "water" instead of "awa," and we remember to treasure the seemingly insignificant. But those are things that happen to us. Certainly we can make small changes in our lives that, over time, have a positive influence on us, that make us stronger, that connect us with the wider "human," or with ourselves. I imagine these things sometimes... things that I could do to change my life. Just small things. Seemingly insignificant. Seemingly too small to have any real affect. But somehow big, somehow moving me toward a healthier life. Here's one. And it requires very little effort on your part. First, send an email to Ernie Hilbert at this address: everseradio@earthlink.net. Ask him to sign you up for everseradio, which includes several tidbits of interesting folderall, but also includes a daily poem. Today's poem was "Toth Farry" by Sharon Olds. I'll include the text of it at the end of this post. Now then, once you start to receive the poems, what you do is very simple. You find a slice of time during the day--any old slice of time will do--and close the door, turn off the telephone, and read the poem aloud. To yourself. And let yourself feel the words, how they sound in your mouth. Don't worry about how you're reading it. Just read it. Once through. Maybe twice. And do it every day. Try it for a few weeks. A month or two. And something will change inside you. And if you do it, come back here and let me know how it goes in the comments. Blessings.
"Toth Farry" by Sharon Olds
In the back of the charm-box, in a sack, the baby canines and incisors are mostly chaff, by now, split kernels and acicular down, no whole utensils left: half an adz; half a shovel, in its broken handle a marrow well of the will to dig and bite. And the enamel hems are sharp as shell-tools, and the colors go from salt, to bone, to pee on snow, to sun on pond-ice embedded with twigs and chipped-off skate-blade. One cuspid is like the tail of an ivory chough on my grandmother's what-not in a gravure on my mother's bureau in my father's house in my head, I think it's our daughter's, but the dime Hermes mingled the deciduals of our girl and boy, safe- keeping them together with the note that says Dear Toth Farry, Plees Giv Me A Bag of Moany. I pore over the shards, a skeleton-lover?but who could throw out these short pints of osseus breastmilk, or the wisdom, with its charnel underside, and its dome, smooth and experienced, ground in anger, rinsed in silver when the mouth waters. From above, its knurls are a cusp-ring of mountain tops around an amber crevasse, where in high summer the summit wildflowers open for a day--Crown Buttercup, Alpine Flames, Shooting-Star, Rosy Fairy Lantern, Cream Sacs, Sugar Scoop. Link: Poetry: "Toth Farry by Sharon Olds" Technorati Tags: , , , , , , , , , ,

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