Goodbye Sprigs!

This is a poetry shout-out to Lynn at Sprigs, who is shutting down her blog.


Take Care

I like those words much more than
“sincerely,” “best,” and “cheers”—
words that have become trite
yet expected at the end of a card
or a thank-you note, losing their meaning
when out of context. Tell someone to take care
and you’ve given a directive.
Be careful.
Protect your strange and beautiful
underlife. Protect yourself from
the boundless nimbus:
what mothers fear a child will find
once she leaves the oval of her arms.
A wish for you, love, to move against
the abstract, ever present danger
that calls all things to an end
like a letter, or a poem.

Comments

paris parfait said…
Beautiful tribute to a wonderful woman.
I'm out blog hoping for my thirteen thursday and came across your blogg.
It won't be posted until the 19th.
mareymercy said…
For some reason, this reminds me of Mark Strand's "Reasons for Moving." A lovely poem.
Deb R said…
That was lovely, Jan.

("Take care" is my favorite sign-off to email.)
Kristine said…
I love this poem. I tend to tell people to 'take care'. It stops people in their tracks at times and they respond in a way that lets me know that it is more than a simple acknowledgement but rather that I care. You said it best in your poem...
Writer Bug said…
This is really nice! I love writing that makes me think about the true meaning of words.
Kay Cooke said…
This is a simply beautiful poem to a dear friend.
Jim Brock said…
Beautiful, January.

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