Ascent 12 – National Poetry at Work Day

I’m loving the esoteric National and International Days. For today, I chose National Poetry at Work Day. With over 30 years in the corporate world, I have never embrace poetry in the workplace. I’m loving how this journey is opening me up to new and exciting experiences.

I have a book Sue gave me called The Soul of The World – A Modern Book of Hours. It’s a neat book that has a section for each day of the week and has poems for several times throughout the day. Midnight, 6am, 9am, noon, 3pm, 6pm and 9pm.

Soul of World

It was fun picking up this book at those intervals and reading the poem or prose for that time. The book had some essential oil spilled on it a while back, so it’s an aromatherapy experience to boot.

To further support the mission, I posted about the day on Facebook and asked for peeps to share a poem. And they did so in fine form. Below are a few samples.

I hope you get as much out of them as I did today.


Margaret, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves, líke the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Áh! ás the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder

By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wíll weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.


Dark hills at evening in the west,
Where sunset hovers like a sound
Of golden horns that sang to rest
Old bones of warriors under ground,
Far now from all the bannered ways
Where flash the legions of the sun,
You fade—as if the last of days
Were fading, and all wars were done.


“Unending Love
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.”
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~


Wayfarer, the only way
Is your footsteps, there is no other.
Wayfarer, there is no way,
You make the way as go.
As you go, you make the way
And stopping to look behind,
You see the path that your feet will travel again.
Wayfarer, there is no way-
Only foam trails in the sea.

Antonio Machado


We do not believe in ourselves
until someone reveals that
deep inside us something is valuable,
worth listening to,
worthy of our trust,
sacred to our touch.
Once we believe in ourselves
we can risk curiosity,
spontaneous delight
or any experience
that reveals the human spirit.”
~ E.E. Cummings


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