This morning’s poem

Driving into work I was listening, as I often do, to the NPR Writers Almanac and its daily poem. I found it particularly interesting and thought-provoking. See what you think.

2 Responses to “This morning’s poem”

  1. stephen Says:

    I love the writer’s almanac! He really knows how to pick them–a consistent mixture of the humorously dry, thoughtful, and mostly always good.

    I like the eventual optimism as a result of his accepted ignorance. A reassuring, “this is the best of all possible worlds.”

  2. seeker Says:

    Well, I landed in Thursday’s poem (Raising Their Hands) which in turn reminded me of a story I heard awhile back. I will most likely not write it here exactly as it was originally written, but as I remember it – a summary (I may have even added a few details by now :) ).

    It’s the story of a young child in school who is in class.. the teacher says.. children lets draw a flower, and all the kids start drawing as they choose, his flower is yellow.

    At some point later in the story this kid’s family has to move to a new location. In the new school the child is again asked to draw a flower, and as he starts another yellow flower, the teacher tells him, no.. not like that, like this and it shows him how to do it.. a red flower, in the end all of the kids flowers look exactly like the teacher’s.

    This kid’s family has to move to another location once more, so he finds himself in a new school again.
    Once again the teacher asks the students to draw a flower, and the teacher realizes that the new kid is sitting there not doing anything, so she asks the kid “why are you not drawing” to what the kid responds.. I am waiting for you to tell me what/how to draw.. she tells him to draw the flower in his own style.. so the kid starts drawing a yellow flower…

    Wednesday’s poem – what could have been and the acknowledgement of what is, what if this, or what if that, how often it eludes us in our daily life that what is, is what we make it to be, and that it can be changed if we are willing to try. (ie. get out of the comfort zone).
    If you think you can you are right, if you think you cannot, you are right too!