Myra here.
Thank you to Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect for hosting this week.
When The Light Of The World Was Subdued, Our Songs Came Through edited by Joy Harjo with Leanne Howe, Jennifer Elise Foerster, and Contributing Editors (Amazon | Book Depository)
There are two books that I dip in and out of for our #SurvivalStories2021 reading theme: the one by Lucille Clifton and this collection edited by Joy Harjo. Allow me to share another poem that managed to find me at the right time. This one is written by Casandra Lopez, a Chicana and California Indian writer.
Gathering Books 
My old bones are learning a new word for the opposite of exhaustion.
Thank you for the mourn/remember/celebrate writing prompt. I’ll keep those answers in my writer’s notebook for today! 🙂
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This is a new poet to me. Thank you for sharing this poem with us today.
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Thanks for introducing me to this new poet. Made me think of the “language” that I have in those deep memories as the poet describes. I wrote down this prompt.
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As you might see from the poem I wrote & shared today, there are not enough words to say what I’m feeling. What new language will we find? Thanks, Myra, it’s a beautiful poem.
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My old bones are feeling the language of sadness as I have heard of several Covid deaths within families I know this week.
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What a beautiful poem! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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“One with at least 50 words for grief and 50 words for love, so I can offer them to the living who mourn the dead.”
Wow. This just bowled me over.
Thank you, Myra.
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