For Valentine's Day, I'm posting a favorite poem by one of my favorite poets.
VALENTINE FOR ERNEST MANN
by Naomi Shihab Nye
You can't order a poem like you order a taco.
Walk up to the counter, say, "I'll take two"
and expect it to be handed back to you
on a shiny plate.
Still, I love your spirit.
Anyone who says, "Here's my address,
write me a poem," deserves something in reply.
So I'll tell a secret instead:
poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes,
they are sleeping. They are the shadows
drifting across our ceilings the moment
before we wake up. What we have to do
is live in the way that lets us find them.
Click here to read the rest of the poem.
Linda has the Poetry Friday Roundup at TeacherDance.