I picked the smallest trio of gardenia blossoms from my bush, placed them in a silver vase and sat them on my desk.
Beauty permeated my home. Fragrant beauty.
If you know this flower you know the potency of its fragrance, the unmistakeable trademark of its sweet, sweet smell. They say that our memory of smells stays with us the longest. Perhaps while others fade, slowly for some, quickly for others, the memory of Noxzema, fresh cut grass and Confederate Jasmine linger the longest. Find a place to embed or root deep down in our souls.
But I say, the memory of a generous act may rival the glorious fragrance of my beloved gardenia.
And so it is was when I planted the seed of a dream. And the winds of friendship picked it up, carried it off and watered it gingerly. Carefully. Diligently.
Friends who are strangers. Making the sweetness even more delectable.
Thank you. Saying it feels right and proper yes, but healing. In a come-full-circle way, the sending back of gratitude when a kind and generous gift has been received feels like closure. Gathering up the seeds of generosity and sending them back out to land on fertile soil, elsewhere. Out there. In the world.
Thank you friends at Tweetspeak Poetry and TSPoetry Press. Thank you L.L. Barkat and Tania Runyan. Thank you friends, known and unknown. Thank you for gathering the momentum, funds, and steam behind the gift of 180 copies of “How To Read A Poem,” published by TSPoetry Press and written by Tania Runyan.
When I think of my gardenia which bloom every summer I will always remember your friendship and generosity.
I know we have given a gift which has and will touch the hearts and souls and minds of the class of 2014 of one school in one little zip code town.
There is mystery in the giving. There is trust in the release.
Poetry has a job to do, perhaps. Poetry has an opportunity to release its fragrant offering into the lives of one graduating class.
The gift of poetry and the gift of faith, joined together in this one beautiful act of friendship and generosity.
May you smell the sweet fragrance of my thanks. May my gratitude be known and remembered by each participant in this act of generosity.
Imagine with me the possibilities. Dream with me of the places poetry will go.
wishing you poetry, always,