This past week I visited my daughter in NYC. We enjoyed a dance performance, widow shopping on 5th Avenue, a behind-the-scenes NBC tour, walking through Central Park, and dinner with her brother and cousins.
December in New York is filled with glittering lights and holiday cheer. There are fabulous window displays. The giant menorah lit in Central Park. The spectacular Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center. There’s outdoor music. Ice skating beneath the towering 30 Rock building. Rockefeller Plaza is abuzz with smiling people from around the world all wanting to catch the seasonal spirit.
The city streets sparkle with so much color and light that you can even forget that it’s night time. The city’s grime temporarily disappears. For a moment you can even forget the onslaught of daily bad news.
Until the bad news infiltrates the magical moment…once again. And that is what happened as another tragedy fueled by hate happened across the river in Jersey City while my daughter and I stood amongst the peaceful crowd in midtown.
What can you do but turn toward the light and hope and pray and carry on?
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Later, while riding the subway, my daughter pointed out a poetry poster. “I see that one a lot,” she said. “I like it.”
I did, too. Sometimes a particular poem presents itself at just the right moment.
Maybe you’re wondering: Poetry in the subway? Yes, indeed. Poetry in Motion® is a public arts program that places poetry in transit systems of cities throughout the country. It was first launched in 1992 by MTA New York City Transit and the Poetry Society of America. The project has garnered great enthusiasm from riders since its inception.
Each day millions of subway riders travel with the messages of accomplished poets from today and yesteryear. Young and old, rich and poor, educated and unschooled, black and white–encounter wordsmiths they’ve never met. A little nourishment for the soul.
“We look for poems that will speak to all ethnicities, genders, ages. We look for voices that will stimulate the exhausted, inspire the frustrated, comfort the burdened, and enchant even the youngest passengers.” Molly Peacock, former president of PSA.
When I returned home, I looked up Jane Valentine (isn’t that a great last name?), author of the above poem and was pleased to discover her treasure chest of poetry.
This simple one makes me smile knowingly. Doesn’t matter that it was written centuries ago!
Poetry holds the power to inspire, comfort, muse, move, and enchant. When the world is turning upside down, we all turn to distractions of sort. Turning to art—words in particular—is what centers me.
Poetry reminds us that we are not alone in our heartbreak or struggles, that others have tread through grief and loss, love and joy, birth and death, insecurity and depression, war and tragedy and found their way through. We’re reminded of our shared humanity, sometimes through humor, or keen insight, or a startling turn of phrase.
Sometimes the poet’s masterful metaphor and elegant language can open our eyes to new ways of seeing. And isn’t this what is so needed at this moment in our divisive culture?
“Poetry gives shape to those empty spaces within us that we have no words for until we find them in a poem.” ~ Jill Bialowsky Poetry Will Save Your Life.
Wishing you all a holiday of light and a New Year of poetry.