Sometimes I'll be scrolling on Instagram or Pinterest and I'll fall down a rabbit hole of poetry. It has reached the point where I'll see a poem that I read ages ago, one that I saved, or sent to a friend, or posted to my story, and I'll immediately remember why I loved it the first time. Of course, it's nice to find a new one that I haven't seen before, but I also love to come across something familiar, something that I look at for a second before the recognition sets in. Sometimes I love it so much the second time that I save it again, giving my future self an extra chance of stumbling across the same poem. I should use these poems as catalysts to look into the rest of the poets' work, but for now, there's something nice about the fact that their words are scattered throughout my life here and there, without me really trying to find them.
This just happened today with "White Towels" by Richard Jones, a short but emotional one, a poem that manages to connect the image of someone taking towels out of a dryer to an overwhelming feeling of loneliness. I'm impressed by this type of simplicity, the small things we don't think about that, in reality, can make a great poem.
Here are some others:
"If I Had Three Lives" by Sarah Russell
"Getting into Bed on a December Night" by Ellen Bass
"Watching My Friend Pretend Her Heart Isn't Breaking" by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
"Just Once" by Anne Sexton
"I Wish In the City of Your Heart" by Robley Wilson
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